GOODMAN Ab-Soul & Punch

[Intro: Ab-Soul]
Yeah, mic check, mic check, one-two
Ugh
Yeah
Ayy
Man, look

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Righteous man, wrong one to fuck with
Run quick, get a eye exam (Uh)
Couldn't see me if I just swam
Couldn't touch me with Midas hand—y'all don't feel me though
Literally, never had a bully thus far
But temptation my sparring partner
My guard's up like the air forced me (Yeah)
Your crew's a fiction story
Therefore (Therefore), never dare cross me
To speak the good word's what we here for (Listen)
But that, you knew
Don't еven get me startеd with a sentence
'Less we talkin' bout capital (No cap)
Yeah, Ab-Soul after loot, that's true
Put it together, absolute, that's true, you know
Soul glow like a spray for your natural
I ain't as friendly, but I move like Casper move (Yeah)
You never seen me with a semi, I ain't have to shoot (Yeah)
To keep it El Capitan, theatrical (Huh)
Never wore a rosary or went to confession
But if I could clean this mess up with a message, it'll be a blessing (Ayy)
God willing
You may have heard of Jack and Jill, but we not healing (Man)
Niggas still packin' steel?
Man, we need to stop tripping (Yeah)
Why throw your block up if you're not buildin'? (Huh)
And the streets keep watching every step I take
They wanna chop it up with Soul like the old Kanye (Soul!)
The angel with an angle, the demon that means well
Rewrite history, then sell it for retail, yeah