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Ab-soul

Genres: Hip-Hop

Enter The Void Lyrics - Ab-soul

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul] 

Tell my momma I'm a shaman rhymin' 

Jesus Christ and Shawn Carter are my only idols 

No, Jesus Christ and Shawn Carter are my only rivals 

I'm the Messiah of rap, my catalog's the Bible 

To the new generation of lost souls 

Student loans, iPhones, reality TV shows 

It shows a host of wise, but blind drones 

Post Babylonia, so I'm told 

It could be bologna, so I don't hold it to be fact 

Just tryna put the pieces together, puzzled by this madness 

If that dollar crashes, niggas gone panic 

What we gonna do? How we gon eat? Don't even know how to 

Grow fruit, detached from your roots, nigga, me too 

I'm doing drugs, fornicating and eating fast food 

But I know I got three eyes cause I'm looking past you 

 

[Hook: Joey Bada$$ & Ab-Soul] 

Enter the void 

This for my hundred dollar billers to destroy 

Spreading word of knowledge to through decoys 

People realize that it's time to deploy 

Stay on point - open your third eye, boy 

(And keep your motherfucking Chakras open 

Keep your motherfucking Chakras open 

Keep your mouth shut and keep your motherfucking Chakras open 

Keep your all seeing eye open) 

 

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] 

Had to escape nest, told Moms I'm Apex 

And plus I lay checks, I bust in the latex 

So it's nothing stopping the kid if you get where I come from 

Busting conundrums on nuns and condoms 

Don't want no problems, It's the number one solver 

Can't see me with these sentences, get your bars up 

I'm close to the pen, I depend on this shit 

Ain't tryna be dead bent, I'll ascend off this spliff 

You can't pretend with this shit 

See, I know what's real and what isn't 

Ain't shit obscured with my vision, plus the herbs that I'm hittin' 

Allow me to observe what is hidden 

Could have been a cherry-pickin' nigga, if I ain't make jams and bury niggas 

Used to be the sweetest 'til life handed me the lemons, nigga 

Now everyday I see the sour patches 

The flower of life devoured into ashes 

 

[Hook] 

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