GOTTA RAP Ab-Soul (Ft. DJ Premier)

[Intro]
Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled by the Black menace
Hahaha, Premo, check

[Verse 1]
I like to call myself the God of rap
But really I just gotta rap
This a Dior doobie
On the head of your cutie, moon signs when you call her back
Do not disturb
We looking for the smoke, not who got the herb
I’m Top Dawg, you a copycat
I'ma give this beat a heart attack
Arrest your cardiac
I'ma need your pass back, hall monitors
My movement is still intelligent
Your movement is still irrelevant (Yeah)
Blacking out ’til I'm out of melanin
Meaning it never ends, you a pharmacist out of medicine
I'm holding wеight like a skeleton
I'm holding wеight, you just a skeleton
Rap is something you do (Yeah), hip-hop—
I put my life in these sentences, bring the felons in
My cuddie up in the coupe flipping chickens
Turning one up into two, that's a mockingbird
They wanna lock 'em in the cell again
For the product that he's selling them
My movement is still intelligent
Your movement is still irrelevant