lyrics of FOMF by  Ab-Soul

Oh my God, I swear to God

Get the fuck outta my face, seriously (DoeBurger!)

You ain't the homie, this ain't for you

Ain't chasin' paper, this ain't for you

You know what we came to do (Ayy)

You know what we came to do (Man, look)

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]

I'm in a league of my own, y'all need to leave it alone

I'ma just eat everything, I'ma just leave you the bones

Call it a even exchange, there ain't no need to explain

Yeah, it should be over-stood, like when I hop in a plane

And I fly over your hood, y'all should be knocking on wood

Don't make mе go 'gainst the grain, I ate my Wheatiеs, I'm good

[Chorus: Ab-Soul & ScHoolboy Q]

Huh, huh, huh, huh, fuck out my face (Fuck out my face)

Fuck out my face, you ho

Fuck out my face (Fuck out my face)

Fuck out my face (Fuck out my face) fuck out my face, you ho

On my mama and my pops

You ain't squad, you the opp, nigga stop (Fuck out my face)

Yeah, yeah, keep them other vibes off

On the other side, uh, side, uh (Fuck out my face, you ho)

Nigga, yeah, bitch-ass nigga

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul & ScHoolboy Q]

Face it, you're basic, I'm basically one in infinity (Ayy)

Back to the basics, my friend is my enemy's enemy (Facts)

Smoke like a chimney, D'USSÉ the remedy

Gave her a shot, now she be giving me top in the drop

But I'm not a Kennedy, you need to stop

This elementary, thicken the plot

Make you a memory that we forgot

How does it feel like to be food for thought? Get it while it's hot

Hah, fuck out my face (Fuck out my face)

You a foe or a UFO? Either way, you in my space

Talking heavy on the record

Featherweights should wait in line, God body you can never

Niggas stuck on demon time

Every second is divine, we gon' run this shit forever

Get it, done it, said "Goodbye"

Do it, do it, nigga squad

Mama pressure had the presser, pipe busts every time

You know the motherfuckin' vibe

You ain't gang, step aside, bitch

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[Chorus: Ab-Soul & ScHoolboy Q]

Fuck out my face (Fuck out my face)

Fuck out my face, you ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Fuck out my face (Yeah)

Fuck out my face (Yeah) fuck out my face, you ho

On my mama and my pops

You ain't squad, you the opp, nigga stop (Fuck out my face)

Yeah, yeah, keep them other vibes off

On the other side, uh, side, uh (Fuck out my face, you ho)

Nigga, yeah, bitch-ass nigga

[Outro: Ab-Soul & ScHoolboy Q]

Fuck out my, who are these niggas?

Fuck out my face, lame, lame-ass nigga then

Fuck out my face, you ho

You ain't the homie, this ain't for you

Ain't chasing paper, this ain't for you

You know what we came to do

You know what we came to do 

lyrics of MOONSHOOTER  by Ab-Soul & Joey Bada$$

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

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[Chorus: Ab-Soul & Joey Bada$$]

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

I don't know what to think

I don't know what to think

Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around (BADMON)

[Verse 3: Joey Bada$$]

Listen kids, best to shoot for the moon 'cause if you miss

You'll still be amongst those stars to live foris

So take a risk and make a wish, close your eyes and picture this

Whatever you do, just don't end up like Icarus

Try and fly too close to the sun, you get your wings burnt

Best you stay close to a gun, shoot for your dreams first

Joey be an army of one, get your whole team hurt

Ain't no telling where they souls gone when they leave Earth

Church, Soulo told me lay em to rest

All these death stares but I'm still taking steps

I've been looked up to so long I'm starting to break necks

I shoot sharp like the Glock came with a bayonet

I'm taking bets how long it's gon' take 'em to say that I'm the best

A seasoned vet, a legend in the making so they see me as a threat

My biggest flex is I did it all and never really broke a sweat

I'm aiming so far they can't tell what I'm shooting at

[Chorus: Ab-Soul]

Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around

In the 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

I don't know what to think

I don't know what to think

Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around

 lyrics of  Hollandaise by Ab-Soul

[Intro]

Wait a minute

Same song, new dance

Same song, new dance, ho

Ho (Wait a minute)

Same song, new dance (Ayy)

Same song, new dance, ho (Man, look, wait a minute)

[Verse 1]

Get up off my dick, let me talk my shit

Let me show 'em how I feel, for real (Real)

These niggas ain't ill, they ain't got no skill

They ain't got no will, for real (Uh-uh)

I was ten-and-two on Central

Tryna make my dream come true (I was)

Youngin from Del Amo tryna let y'all know just what we go through (Uh-huh)

I was back-to-back at the bastard shack for a pack of Blacks

Tank wasn't on "F", as a matter of fact, it was half of half of that (That's fact)

Stopped going to church like, "What it's all worth?"

What would Jesus do if Hе was in these shoes?

If Johnny pull up, I'm fuckеd, I'm drunk

Had Rossi in the trunk, I was off that Jesus juice

Had the passion of Christ, I ain't need a Jesus piece (Uh-uh)

Just needed the people to believe in me (Yeah)

I ain't need a AP to put my city on the M-A-P (Nah)

Was a fade away from banging the ECC

The OG told me, "Stick to slinging them A-B-Cs" (Yeah)

[Chorus]

On the block, they done lucked up

Locked in, I ain't give a fuck

Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance)

Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho, yeah)

On the block, they done lucked up

Locked in, I ain't give a fuck

Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance)

Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho)

[Verse 2]

Get up off your ass, go and get some cash

Show 'em you mean business (Yeah)

Go above and beyond, evolve, these niggas so primitive

Left the murder scene, ain't leave no witnesses (Uh)

My name must be "Abraham Lincoln," bitch, I'm innocent (Yeah, yeah)

Uh, life's too short, you should be gettin' it, uh (Yeah)

While the getting is good, if you knew better, you would (Uh)

Gotta go hard in the paint

Gotta night-ride when they call it a day

All work, no play, crank up the ball and the chain

Dropped off on all you lames, y'all all in my way

Ayy, they been afflicted by this, off top

On top of the injured list, sit 'em in intensives (Yeah)

We knock 'em out like mama say, raisin' all of the stakes (Uh)

To win this shit, I, I been addicted, I need hollandaise (Yeah)

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[Chorus]

On the block, they done lucked up

Locked in, I ain't give a fuck

Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance)

Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho)

On the block, they done lucked up

Locked in, I ain't give a fuck

Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance)

Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho)

[Outro]

Yeah, ho (Wait a minute)

Same song, new dance, same song, new dance, ho

Ho (Wait a minute)

Same song, new dance, same song, new dance, ho

[Part 2]

[Verse]

Hold up, I already told ya that I was conceived

In Korea by Herbert the Third and Lacresha

It's no coincidence that I would grow up and blow up

You know that the flow is nuclear

Since the moment of birth, I was chosen

My soul had a glow that was blinding them all

The gold in the dirt, the light in the dark

The gift and the curse, the right is the wrong

See 'fore I knew I would carry the cross

Me and Dion had our clothes in reverse

Memorizing Kris Kross songs and performing them

That was the origin

Couldn't come up with a stage name so he gave me his

Snap G, word to Tricky T

Later I teamed up with Capital 3, El Capitan, and Capital C

Might've sold you a white tee down at Magic Disk

That's where I was raised

Had a crib in it, bitch, I lived in it

'Fore we burned 'em all, compact discs

G-pops had me stuffing mixtapes

Tryna hit a lick, almost did a bid

Steak on a plate, know I gotta eat

Grandma made a name this big

Then it was Black Planet freestyle chat on a compact tryna get it

AOL free trials on dial-up, millennials won't get it

Battle mongers, grim reapers, A5 stay live, I'll never forget it

Metasota had me on AIM, teaching me how to flip it

Still got a cousin in Compton that was making beats

Creating waves with the sound

I took it as a sign, got my book of rhymes

Grabbed the mic and never put it down

Soon as he hit record, I transformed

I was now a god in man form

I was no longer me, but much more

Close my eyes and I swear to God

I see fans in the stands demand an encore

Standing up with they hands up

Henceforth, I stole the show, yo

The moment I open my eyes, I committed

Pun intended, I was sold

Wait for it, Soul!

[Outro]

My nigga Herb O'Riley, haha!

 lyrics of  NO REPORT CARD  by  Ab-Soul 

[Intro]

Yeah, I'm going, going, I won't stop, I'm going, going, I won't stop

AC-D'USSÉ in my cup

That's D'USSÉ and Spades mixed up

Get on my level, ya bitch, I piss up

[Chorus]

Don't go so hard

Soulo, don't go so hard (Don't go so hard)

Soulo, don't go so hard

Mayday, grade A, no report card

Go so hard (Go so hard)

Soulo, don't go so hard (Don't go so hard)

Uh, don't go so hard (Don't go so hard)

Mayday, grade A, no report card (Ayy, man)

[Verse 1]

Still selling the students intelligent movements, I'm KRS-Two (Yeah)

Back to school, captain save a soul to the rescue (True)

This ain't BDP, though, it's TDE

Knew I might be on BET, now I think I might be E.T. (Creepy)

Alien, Pleiadian, speak to me (Yeah)

Space station, this ain't your frequency (Nah)

You need to broaden your horizon (Look)

You with your broad but who her eyes on? (Yeah)

They need a radio to radiate (No)

Run a track like a train with ankle weights (Go)

Dishin' em out, this ain't no paper plate (Eat)

I'm the one like it's 1988 (Wait)

See the wiki for the date of birth (Ayy)

Solar system, I'm sick of planet Earth (Sick of planet Earth)

Ain't from Atlanta but I had to earn paper

Boy, oh boy, shop open like a can of worms

[Chorus]

Don't go so hard (Go so hard, da-da-da-da-da)

Soulo, don't go so hard (Don't go so hard)

Huh, don't go so hard (Don't go so hard, da-da-da-da-da)

Mayday, grade A, no report card

Huh don't go so hard (Go so hard, da-da-da-da-da)

Soulo, don't go so hard (Soulo, don't go so hard)

Don't go so hard (Don't go so hard, da-da-da-da-da)

Mayday, grade A, no report card (Nah)

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[Verse 2]

(I wanna say something so cool right here

That's probably what I was supposed to say, haha)

Gang, gang, gang, man, this shit bang (Man, this shit bang)

I been insane, I got a missin' brain (Crazy)

Bitch, I'm in a different lane (Yah)

She tryna ride the SoulCycle, time to get in shape (Yeah)

I ain't no rookie, leave the pussy at a disadvantage

Don't be petty, hoe, be ready like Tiffany Haddish (Goddammit)

Yeah, I was happy to match a dime in the back of the Stratus

With Python designin' my method to madness

But now I'm— (Dangerookipawaa)

Dangerous, keep away, I hop off the plane like, "Konichiwa" (What? Huh)

I was just a C student (Hey)

Now I look around and I just see students (Stupid)

Heh, so don't be late for registration

Soul just caught another body, that's reincarnation (Woah)

[Chorus]

Soul, don't go so hard (Soulo, o so hard, da-da-da-da-da)

Soulo, don't go so hard (Don't go so hard)

Don't go so hard (Don't go so hard, da-da-da-da-da)

Mayday, grade A, no report card (Nah)

Why you go so hard? (Don't go so hard, da-da-da-da-da)

Soulo, don't go so hard (Soulo, don't go so hard)

Don't go so hard (Don't go so hard, da-da-da-da-da)

Mayday, grade A, no report card (Nah)

[Outro]

You niggas is goofies, buckos, can't fuck with Herbert

Shit, nigga, Ab-Soul can't even fuck with Herbert

lyrics of  MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE by  Ab-Soul & Lance Skiiiwalker

[Intro: Grandma, Lance Skiiiwalker & Ab-Soul]

Hey Herb, it's grandma

I found a scripture and I thought about you

It says, "For what shall it profit a man

If he should gain the whole world and lose his own soul?"

Mark 8:36, Herb, I'm prayin' for you, grandma loves you

I wrote this message especially for you (Hey, man)

[Chorus: Ab-Soul]

First they love me, then they hate me, then they love me again

I'm scratchin' my head, I'm rubbin' my chin

This ain't the way it was supposed to be, supposedly I'm close to an end

Don't push me, I'm close to the edge, I'm no rookie

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul & Lance Skiiiwalker]

What happens ahead is a leap of your faith

You need him to hеar what you see and see what you say

We gearin' up for somethin' major, you should stay in your lanе

Try to hydroplane in God's rain, amen

Just tryna fulfill prophecy properly

Sprinkle fronto on top of the broccoli

Gettin' high as we possibly can, I'm more than a man

That's why I left these holes in my hands

Hell yeah, I'm still quotin' myself

The soul is a spirit floatin' in the lyrics, guess I ghostwrote it myself

Getting loaded to the point I ain't controllin' myself

Couple grams and I'm on the 'Gram, trollin' myself

Like, "Get a hold of yourself," gotta get over myself

Message in a bottle ain't gon' open itself

I wrote this message especially for

Let me hear that one

Now everybody get your hands up high

If you don't give a fuck, get your hands up high

I wrote this message especially for you (Yo)

[Chorus: Ab-Soul]

First they love me, then they hate me, then they love me again

I'm scratchin' my head, I'm rubbin' my chin (Yeah)

This ain't the way it was supposed to be, supposedly, I'm close to an end (Nah)

Don't push me, I'm close to the edge, I'm no rookie (No rookie)

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[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]

Ignore what you took me for (Uh-huh)

In the first place, unless it's in first place (Yeah)

Worst case scenario, this shit stereo burial

You're very venereal, I'ma set you men straight (Soul)

Crooked letter O-U-L

Real recognize real and I don't know you well

Yet and still, waters run deep, you better fill your pail (Yeah)

Your bucket'll get kicked the minute you inhale (Yeah)

And then you can admit you really live in Hell

They should sift this on digital fish scales (No)

D-O-P-E, that's slang for what I sling (No)

Life's a dice game and me and Allah finna tee lee

I'm busy rummagin' through government intel (Yeah)

Staying on top of the subject like a CC

This message in a bottle ain't gon' open itself (Nah, yeah)

[Interlude]

That's hard, nigga, but you gotta think

You been gone like five or six years

[Part II]

[Intro: Ab-Soul & Joe Budden]

Has TDE missed with signing artists?

Oh, no, the people that they done signed been doing great

What— What— What rap crew has ever done that?

A miss by most standards, ours, no

The music industry prolly wouldn't say that they hit with Ab-Soul (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Yeah, yeah (Mac)

[Chorus: Ab-Soul]

First they love me, then they hate me, then they love me again

I'm scratchin' my head, I'm rubbin' my chin

This ain't the way it was supposed to be, supposedly, I'm close to an end

Don't push me, I'm close to the edge, no rookie

[Verse: Ab-Soul]

Bitch, I'm a vet, show some fuckin' respect

I'm sensitive, I just lost my best friend

My ego dead, I see no threat

A million clicks ahead of your penmanship, shit

My first demo was on cassette, lil' nigga

Product of determination

I define the word amazin' (Yeah, yeah-yeah)

Pastor Black Lip back on that shit

Don't come to altar call with an altercation

I've yet to perish, the meek can wait, uh

The Earth is Herbert's, you don't deserve her

I set the trap and you eat the bait

Who will last is a weak debate

I pray you find peace of mind, mental and physical health and wealth

Don't be deprived by nothin' or no one else

A moment with Soul sicker than taking a ghost's picture

Save a frame on your shelf

'Cause I just saw myself seein' myself how I seen myself

See for yourself

This message in a bottle ain't gon' open itself

[Outro: Joe Budden]

But, nobody else would say that

Yeah, the music industry would say that

Ab is sick, his projects are sick (Ab-Soul is eclectic)

He is sick, he makes unique, different music

He don't really give a fuck about none of that shit y'all talkin' 'bout

He just a different nigga, and I think that's why he's there

[後副歌

Wa-wa-wa-wa, wa-wa-wa

Wa-wa-wa-wa, wa-wa-wa-wa

[主歌二]

我曾經說

我希望友好相處，請不要把我丟下

然後你說

好吧 我可以養你

但你必須嚴守紀律

你終於讓我品嘗

品嘗到一小口你那份有償的愛

你抱緊我

在我耳邊輕聲惡語

「外面的世界可容不下你這種東西」

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[主歌三]

你怎能說得那麼肯定？

你怎能說得那麼肯定？

你怎能說得那麼肯定？

這世界如此刺激 如此有趣

鹹鹹的海風 青綠色的海水

蜂蜜一樣的沙灘 永不落的太陽

我的皮膚 我的雙眼

我的雙耳

還有你留給我的這個世界 這些全是你曾經愛過我的證明

[副歌]

追隨飛機排出的水蒸氣道

媽咪快看，我在行走人生

踩上千萬朵海浪

一邊唱 lalulala lulalilalu lilula

我是你的一首活生生的歌謠

是媽咪的媽咪的媽咪的媽咪的媽媽們唱的一首歌 (媽咪！)

我的出生來自於數百萬代 數十億代的人們

才不回去呢

再見

[後副歌]

Wa-wa-wa-wa, wa-wa-wa

Wa-wa-wa-wa, wa-wa-wa-wa

Ah

 [Letra de "BLACKOUT"]

[Intro]

Oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

[Pre-Coro]

Hoy me quiero portar mal, dime si te atreve'

Tú me desea' y yo deseo que hoy te quede'

Pa' estar tú y yo encerrao', el cuarto en blackout

Tú solo pide lo que se te concede

[Coro]

Vámono' de aquí ya, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Que mi cama nos espera

El corazón se acelera

Tú ere' mi otra mitad, ah

Vámono' de aquí ya, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Que mi cama nos espera

El corazón se acelera

Tú еre' mi otra mitad

[Instrumental]

[Coro]

Vámono' de aquí ya, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Que mi cama nos еspera

El corazón se acelera

Tú ere' mi otra mitad

[Instrumental]