Christopher DRONEr Ab-Soul

[Produced by Willie B]

[Intro]
It's all subjective shit
Yeah, yeah you know, you know
It's like the, it's like the calm before the storm
Perception is everything
Soulo the god and The Ichiban Don

[Hook]
Bunch of fuckin' drones, bunch of drones, can't think for your own
Bunch of fuckin' drones, bunch of drones, can't think for your own
Bunch of fuckin' drones, bunch of drones, can't think for your own
Bunch of fuckin' drones, bunch of drones, can't think for your own
Can't think for your own
Can't think for your own
Can't think for your own
Can't think for your own

[Verse 1]
Out my window all I see is Babylon, grab your gun
You ain't a knight tonight, you won't live to see the mornin' sun
Yellow tape, pistols in your face, hold on, show no weakness
Money, murder, grab your burner, cabins burnin' where it's freezing
Soulo, yeah I'm the one you heard about
Fuck's gotten into Herbert now? He's so foul it's birds around
Had it my way like it's Burger King, you don't want beef, put that burger down
Don't go against my coalition, you can kiss my colon, pow
Guess it's in my heritage, I double-cross snakes and go ape shit
Psychedelic, she left on her heels and I'm chewin' pills, I can't taste shit
My dick look like a spaceship, "Stairway to Heaven" on my playlist
On 9/11, I called 9-1-1 and the voice recording said this (Hello)