Artist: Ab-Soul f/ Da$H
Album:  Do What Thou Wilt.
Song:   Huey Knew THEN
Typed by: Cedmaster3K
 
[Intro: Ab-Soul]
{*coughing repeatedly*} Volume
Check it out - ay, hey
This is a story all about how
my life got flipped, turned upside down
And if you roll another blunt and keep your mouth shut
I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out (youngin from Del Amo)
Black out, black out (with a belt by Ferragamo)
Black out, black out, black out (yo-yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo-yo-yo)
Yeah {"Ichaban"} Black out, aye, man
 
[Ab-Soul]
They speak highly of me when I raise my voice
I gotta shoot a fuckin' free throw to make my point
My wittiness leave 'em stuck in the wilderness
You need a Backwood to roll to this joint
I'm Robin Hood in Robin jeans, you follow me?
Never mind, I'm tired of tight analogies
Still in pursuit of happiness in the midst of the madness
With middle fingers to bitches with badges that go oink
{"Yeah! Yeah!"}
I'm on the fence with common sense
My logic is sound, Spock of the 90746
No shit, Sherlock
Remind 'em of Han Solo on the battlefront
E'rybody behind Soulo and they backin' up, backin' up
I just threw my two-step, let her back it up
Gon' back it up, gon' back it up
Gon' back it up...
You dry-snitchin', I'm slidin' in somethin' moist
You annoy these women, I anoint these women
You stressin' 'em, I schedule an appointment with 'em
They let me, cut so much I bring ointment nigga
I'm lubricant slick baby
I'm hornier than the brass section of the band, you understand?
Pick your poison, it's your choice
 
[Interlude: Ab-Soul]
Hey, I'm just a youngin from Del Amo (lil' homie from the hood)
Yeah, with a belt by Ferragamo (yeah bitch, I look good)
Hey, just doin' want I wanna
This ain't marijuana; please don't tell my mama
 
[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
I'ma black out (black out) black out (black out)
You tellin' white lies while I black out (black out)
Black out (black out) black out (black out)
Pale white horse when I black out (black out)
Black out (black out) black out (black out)
Spark the white lighter then I black out (black out)
Even white lives matter when I black out (black out)
Bucket of black paint in front the White House nigga (blrrrrt!)
 
"Yeah! Yeah!"
 
[Ab-Soul]
I hope I'm in Obama's iPod
Yeah, 'fore I had a desktop
Was lookin' for a shortcut to be an icon
But this time it's for the money, my nigga
Me and the Ichiban Don got itchy palms
And I just left Emmet's with a jar and a intercom
I'ma act an ass and have a donkey to pin it on
I'm winnin' no matter what the decision's dependin' on
I'm sinister, picture a tickin' bomb in the Pentagon
The typical shit I've been on, remember the pen is gone
Your pinnacle's penny-pinchin', I'm gettin' nickels for my thoughts
(Black out!) Like Slim Shady in Balmain jeans
Difficult to say I'm vision impaired, all I seen
I'm +Yamborghini High+, A$AP M-O-B
Your 16 is pint-sized to me
 
[Interlude] + [Chorus]
 
[Da$H]
Young no shame Kurt Cobain, bastard son
with a gun in palm; money, pussy, crime sittin' on my mind
No emotion, orange bottles how I deal with mine
Crackin' bannies only time a nigga cross the line
Wrong hand signs'll turn a function to Columbine
Yeah, so, B.O.B's top gunner
Front runner, NEVR DIE clique, the thing you are not, brother
Polo Ralph Lauren is keepin' the Glock covered
Pour up medication by the brick
Sippin' oil like we're tryna sink a ship
So, yeah, uppers and the downers in the mix
Now the film heads talkin' 'bout a script
Livin' my days is a gamble
I guess that's the perks of the set, bet
Ain't nothin' certain but dirt, that bitch wearin' that skirt
So I guess that I'm flirtin' with death
Need the type of cash cow to get Trump whacked out
Here's the question you should ask: what's the Soul without the dash?
Never had the option I could back out
If it's 'bout the cash then I act out
 
[Outro: Da$H] + (Ab-Soul)
Black out (black out) black out (black out)
Black out (black out) black out (black out)
Yeah, so