RAW (backwards) Lyrics by Ab-soul feat. Zacari [ From Album: Do What Thou Wilt, Released: 2016, Genre : Hip Hop
Raw backwards on all you rappers
[X7]
What’s happening? Another baptism by Pastor Black Lip
I’m mashing across the masses, my movement massive
I’m low-key like a locksmith, working on both knees
You nosy, wire tap bands, got fur on where my toes be
I’m cosy, act like you know me
Wicked as Aleister Crowley, I just might OD
Overly dedicated, just like my homie
Second to none in the first place, I need a trophy
Doing whatever I please, it’s like fuck your feelings
Man I got so many flows, them shits come with ceilings
What’s my name? They call me Ab-Soul
The Abstract Asshole
I’m levitating, way too crazy
Way too wavy for your sandcastle
Ay man what’s happening?
Another baptism by Pastor Black Lip
I’m mashing ‘cross the masses
My movement massive
The backwoods with the gas in it
You roll the raw, I spell it backwards
Throw that wack shit up in the trash can
We don’t wanna hear that wack shit no more
No more
No more, no more
No more, no more
I’m going loco, this nigga Soulo back in this hoe though
Oh no, you watchin’ Hulu, I run the show tho
Is it music? Voodoo? I don’t know
But don’t confuse me with D’Angelo
I’m the angel of, spooky, hope your army got lots of armor
Cuz we don’t die, we just multiply, divide and conquer
Remember when the battle mongers called me a reject
‘Til I had all this heart and honor, demand my respect
Now I walk through C-A-R-son like I’m a hero
Steps ahead and stacking bread up, speaking of heroes
4-7 shit, fuck it, fly to the Beast Coast
Just to sag down Troy Ave. quoting King Steelo
Pass the pot, let me skillet
The temperature is scalding, the novices make me nauseous
I was like a swami of Jay Electronica until he figured
Dizzle wouldn’t admit that he would body him for a milli
I told Kenny keep quiet, I’ma get him
We don’t need dirt on your hands getting the key to the city
You feel me?
Hurts when your OG, who is supposed to be a G-O-D
Is standing next to King Kunta feeling like Toby
Yeah, Moos what I gotta do boy?
I’m just waiting on your cue to take him to school boy!
Yeah, but fuck all this wordplay
Top, tell these fucking stooges I’m dangerous, keep away!
Mayday
Raw backwards on all you rappers
[X7]
Ay man what’s happening?
Another baptism by Pastor Black Lip
I’m mashing ‘cross the masses
My movement massive
The backwoods with the gas in it
You roll the raw, I spell it backwards
Throw that wack shit up in the trash can
We don’t wanna hear that wack shit no more
No more
No more, no more
No more, no more
I’m Wiccan like a wicked witch I need Alia Zin
To read Genesis, yeah
Cause this one for my fellow Thelemites about that fucking life
You fucking right, I need to stand up for my fucking rights
Out of sight, out of mind, still leave insight in your brain
Got your synapses doing jumping jacks and all kind of things
I mean check my subject range
Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF Chang’s
Revelations reiterated, this revolutionary
Shit you bump that gives you goosebumps
Cause the truth is scary
(Do What Thou Wilt), I’m not talented, I’m skilled
(I’m the darkest knight) with the shiniest shield
Would’ve attended to university, but it was silly to me
Because the whole universe is just a city to me