It's kill or be killed Not heal or be healed, fake is the new real I wanna say, "What happened to hip-hop?" but then I'd be naggin' I wanna say you niggas wack but then I'd be braggin' Huh, the last dragon, flame thrower Lawn mower, charge toward Your greener grass, bypass your bandwagon 'Til it's all over, bring the white flag in Towels get thrown, thrones get new kings Feelings go numb 'cause you've been through things Balls get dropped, pause, think hoop dreams Get fried over the gravy, that's poutinе, see I decorate my emotions in mеtaphors Tell stories with allegories, so on, so forth But who give a shit? The long lost lyricist Niggas got rich talkin' nonsense, get yours Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around In a world so cold at least the sun is out Live in my mind, I question everything To that point I don't know what to think I don't know what to think (think) I don't know what to think (think-think-think-think...) I don't know what to think Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around (ayy, man, look) Hopped of the porch like, "One of these days I'ma hop out the Porsche", caught up in a daze Had a pack of Newports, couple dollars to my name Some knowledge in my brain and my best foot forth I never been afraid, I'm protected by a force I can't really explain and I'm guided by the source Fuck up out my way 'fore I knock you off course I was donkey of the day, now I'm on my high horse I, shoot for the moon and keep a gun around Janky promoters always gave me the run around Hard times like, huh, bad trips like, huh Head to the sky like "Can I win one time?" (Fuck!) Yeah, 'tis the question I had to eat, the industry was giving me indigestion But opting out ain't a option in my profession You don't know what I'm talking 'bout though, here's the lesson Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around In the world so cold at least the sun is out (soul) Live in my mind, I question everything To that point I don't know what to think I don't know what to think (think-think-think-think...) I don't know what to think (think-think-think-think...) I don't know what to think Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around
Type your favorite Ab-Soul songs in the hopes of putting someone on to a track they never heard before. Scars and stars Yesteryear Silver spoon Christopher Droner Life is Crazy
@@christopherlopez2464 kitty flip Nibiru Congregation (talib kwali song) he ft Killin y’all (Vince staples song) he ft Sleep (mac,dash,vince) Wake up freestyle (2005) Writers block World Wide Web Unnecessary (he ft) Holy Holy The end is near Only 1 As I unfold 3rd eye All you need Thorns and horns 47 bars Ab-soul and Cambatta are the only artist I listen to faithfully like it’s a religion
I shoot for the moon while I daydream about why ppl worship money so hard. It's all non sense to me. I value ppl and friends plus family. I'm a moon shooter so I aim high so if I fail and fall I will land on a cloud. My gf said that in my eyes she saw stars like when you look up at the sky at night time. Nowadays attention is the new form of currency. I don't want any attention just give me a salmon plate with asparagus and some garlic and onion red bliss mashed potatos. Just food for thought. I only got bars for ppl who love wordplay over dope beats. I saw money in my music that ppl just didn't see like crypto currency. My rhyme book is my mind I can't turn it off. I write lyrics even when I sleep. Ppl trying to ride my wave but got washed up. And i'm too dope to let alcohol touch my lips ever again. Same birthday as Jimmi Hendrix and Bruce Lee so I'm always in with good company. I'm clear headed and very sober piece of mind fully protected no hatred can enter. My pen game is top notch like Ab soul. Vocals touch more souls than a dance floor. Lyrics deep as the ocean floor. I erupt on tracks like a human volcano. I'm a dream writer not a rapper I write poetry that just happens to rhyme. Ever since birth had the glow like Bruce Leroy. My new gf I call her the titanic how she goes down lol.
This beat reminds me why I love hip hop
Soul has so many trippy and hypnotic beats it's crazy🔥🔥
Yeah. especially this kind i like the most..✌🏾
It's kill or be killed
Not heal or be healed, fake is the new real
I wanna say, "What happened to hip-hop?" but then I'd be naggin'
I wanna say you niggas wack but then I'd be braggin'
Huh, the last dragon, flame thrower
Lawn mower, charge toward
Your greener grass, bypass your bandwagon
'Til it's all over, bring the white flag in
Towels get thrown, thrones get new kings
Feelings go numb 'cause you've been through things
Balls get dropped, pause, think hoop dreams
Get fried over the gravy, that's poutinе, see
I decorate my emotions in mеtaphors
Tell stories with allegories, so on, so forth
But who give a shit? The long lost lyricist
Niggas got rich talkin' nonsense, get yours
Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around
In a world so cold at least the sun is out
Live in my mind, I question everything
To that point I don't know what to think
I don't know what to think (think)
I don't know what to think (think-think-think-think...)
I don't know what to think
Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around (ayy, man, look)
Hopped of the porch like, "One of these days
I'ma hop out the Porsche", caught up in a daze
Had a pack of Newports, couple dollars to my name
Some knowledge in my brain and my best foot forth
I never been afraid, I'm protected by a force
I can't really explain and I'm guided by the source
Fuck up out my way 'fore I knock you off course
I was donkey of the day, now I'm on my high horse
I, shoot for the moon and keep a gun around
Janky promoters always gave me the run around
Hard times like, huh, bad trips like, huh
Head to the sky like "Can I win one time?" (Fuck!)
Yeah, 'tis the question
I had to eat, the industry was giving me indigestion
But opting out ain't a option in my profession
You don't know what I'm talking 'bout though, here's the lesson
Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around
In the world so cold at least the sun is out (soul)
Live in my mind, I question everything
To that point I don't know what to think
I don't know what to think (think-think-think-think...)
I don't know what to think (think-think-think-think...)
I don't know what to think
Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around
Soul does have a great taste in finding spooky-mystery beats lol
Ty for this fam it’s very much appreciated 😌 🌝
Type your favorite Ab-Soul songs in the hopes of putting someone on to a track they never heard before.
Scars and stars
Yesteryear
Silver spoon
Christopher Droner
Life is Crazy
Lol all some faves from back in the day
Out my window all I see is Babylon grab your guns , if you ain’t alive tn you won’t live to see the morning sun 🔥🔥🔥🔥
@@TooRarePokemon Type some of your favorites new and old
Whether they be classic , hidden gems or recent releases
@@christopherlopez2464 kitty flip
Nibiru
Congregation (talib kwali song) he ft
Killin y’all (Vince staples song) he ft
Sleep (mac,dash,vince)
Wake up freestyle (2005)
Writers block
World Wide Web
Unnecessary (he ft)
Holy Holy
The end is near
Only 1
As I unfold
3rd eye
All you need
Thorns and horns
47 bars
Ab-soul and Cambatta are the only artist I listen to faithfully like it’s a religion
Tree of life
Beat the case
Womanogamy
Turn me up some
Already lol damn but let’s gooooo
I need gotta rap by ab-soul please
Mannnn you got me in my studio Cookin up to Dis 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔪💯 #Hiphop
Is it a remix or a sample of Impossible from Dennis Brown / Elvis Presley ?
The beat is dope I just dislike hearing where the sample looped at
I shoot for the moon while I daydream about why ppl worship money so hard. It's all non sense to me. I value ppl and friends plus family. I'm a moon shooter so I aim high so if I fail and fall I will land on a cloud. My gf said that in my eyes she saw stars like when you look up at the sky at night time. Nowadays attention is the new form of currency. I don't want any attention just give me a salmon plate with asparagus and some garlic and onion red bliss mashed potatos. Just food for thought. I only got bars for ppl who love wordplay over dope beats. I saw money in my music that ppl just didn't see like crypto currency. My rhyme book is my mind I can't turn it off. I write lyrics even when I sleep. Ppl trying to ride my wave but got washed up. And i'm too dope to let alcohol touch my lips ever again. Same birthday as Jimmi Hendrix and Bruce Lee so I'm always in with good company. I'm clear headed and very sober piece of mind fully protected no hatred can enter. My pen game is top notch like Ab soul. Vocals touch more souls than a dance floor. Lyrics deep as the ocean floor. I erupt on tracks like a human volcano. I'm a dream writer not a rapper I write poetry that just happens to rhyme. Ever since birth had the glow like Bruce Leroy. My new gf I call her the titanic how she goes down lol.