Lupe Fiasco Ft. Ab-Soul - Thorns & Horns Lyrics

[Lupe Fiasco]
Read my lips, clarinet, talk that walk, pair of steps
Two shots, parachutes, two drops, pair of troops
New drops, wearin' roofs, full bloom, bearin' fruits
Full moon put the where in wolves’, apparently put it in the air and shoot
Heirlooms that's what I leave, heirlooms that's how I weave
They don't care to you and that's hair to you, this what I breathe
I'm the heir apparent from a pair of parents
Taught me that sharin's carin' so I spread the bread out
That's what I need
To get in heaven that's when I bleed, get in hell when I breathe...
Get it? Inhale, when I breathe
Maybe you'll get it when I breathe, there's levels to this shit
And there's devils on the level of this bitch
We all ball even the devil gotta pitch
You fly so that's red bull and a fish
You can have that, that's complimentary
True story, documentary
Ninja Turtle, sewer side
Though continentally West Side

[Hook]
I'm just riding around town crown of thorns on my head
Living till I'm dead, yeah
Show your respect (x5)
(Bow down to the nigga with the horns on his head)
(Everything red)
(Show no respect (x5)

[Ab-Soul]
I'm King James with a blunt lit, my name ring like a phone call
It's only right that you meet defeat, I guess that's protocol
Soulo ho, oh God, Lord knows like you never said yes
Success, I'm on the verge-in, like I never had sex
You upset as fake breasts, but don't stress, it looks good on you
He couldn't get it understood, so I stood on him
Food and liquor, in my belly, of the beast but you knew already
I used to complain until planes I flew already
Now I'm ready, amen, like one guy I'm so heavy
Let's say tons, that's blasphemy, with eight guns, keep your machete
Young mind, fuck the world, that's an orgy with an OG
Ironically, when you're high as me you, won't need floor seats
This flow here for King Rich I won't stop 'till my team's richer
Mind, body and spirit on top of the dollar, spinnin'
My optimism is why I'm in this position
You pray, I prey, it's just that I'm a lion bitin' his victim

[Hook]
I'm just riding around town crown of thorns on my head
Living till I'm dead, yeah
Show your respect (x5)
(Bow down to the nigga with the horns on his head)
(Everything red)
(Show no respect (x5)

[Ab-Soul/Lupe Fiasco]
Pay homage, I ain't gotta plan it to play with comets
Save your comments, trigger finger make you vomit
Egghead just makin' omelets to move the chickens like Reaganomics
This world so damn ugly I won't put make-up on it, just bein' honest
Keys on us like dope dealers, open doors for the lost souls
Ring on keys like Swizz Beatz, to make sure a nigga never lost those
Amateurs get locked out, we janitors with the mops out
Clean house, I used to wanna be the GOAT but I'm the Ox now
Rap like I went to Oxford with bastards, threw Glocks on 'em
Red and blue, now the cops on 'em, ayy nigga
Hell yeah, you, with them dots on him, infraredin' you
Intellectual like Inspectah Deck, protect your neck from Lu
Cause we the children of the night!
Of the livin' dead lookin' for some light
I got some lean up in my Sprite
I call it the Jesus Juice, Lu, what would Jesus do? Whoo!

[Hook]
I'm just riding around town crown of thorns on my head
Living till I'm dead, yeah
Show your respect (x5)
(Bow down to the nigga with the horns on his head)
(Everything red)
(Show no respect (x5)

ASAP Rocky - Phoenix Lyrics (Ft. 2 Chainz, Ab-Soul, Kendrick Lamar & Schoolboy Q)

ASAP Rocky - Phoenix Lyrics (Ft. 2 Chainz, Ab-Soul, Kendrick Lamar & Schoolboy Q):

bloody ink on my past spelled suicide,
michael jackson even passed could you scrutinize ?
fuck illuminati lies, sayin’lucified,
baptised in the gutter, motherfucker you decide,
cause the ride come with doors that be suicide ?
or the thighs on my whores, they be super-sized ?
good and bad happen, wars, nigga chose a side,
now all hail to the lord like you do to god,
who am i ?
lord flacko,
painting vivid pictures, call me basquiat or picasso,
capo head hancho, now my followin’s colossal,
ain’t no box of ??? but got the chooper thought of ???
it’s like you heard, god spoke,
i’ve seen the ghetto gospel,
the ??? like my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low,
shits to mary jane to make me see from ??? them high notes,
the bible or the rifle…goodbye folks.

bloody ink on my pen spelled suicide,
kurt cobain even died could you scrutinize ?
it’s a fine line between truth and lies,
jesus christ never lied, still was crucified,
that’s why i never judge another nigga,
life’s a bitch, but that bitch in love with other niggas,
3-2 a bed, sheets, no covers nigga !
dirty kitchen, no supper in the covers nigga,
sucker niggas,
wassup my niggas,
so my new attitude is like “fuck the niggas !”
i grew up with niggas,
but don’t fuck with niggas,
i don’t trust them niggas,
ain’t got no love for niggas,
had the gold grills shine like them southern niggas,
kept it trilla, now the whole world fuckin’ with us !
meanwhile you treated all of us like other niggas,
now your world is in my palm, take cover niggas !

Lyrics: Kendrick Lamar, Jay Rock, Ab-Soul & Schoolboy Q - Toca Tuesdays Freestyle

Kendrick Lamar, Jay Rock, Ab-Soul & Schoolboy Q - Toca Tuesdays Freestyle Lyrics:

… brother number 2, what it do

Yeah, … brother number 2, what it do
… knock beef like I knock boots
Propaganda when I step to rescue yo
You know they make it big than what it is in particular

Kendrick Lamar the modern day Malcom
Humble and modest but these margins can move a mountain
I march pit on the beat and leave the mark of a thousand marksmen
Clearing the street and killing rappers with talent, preach
Yes that talent, kids are scared of ya, can’t even spell competitor
Lord is my witness
I remember asking artists in streets how they did it
The only features I got is was this hand and face I was getting
How ironic, … was the shit like …
Now we faming over these beats while critics pay …
It’s too street like my 23 summers in Compton
I go so deep like my dick in your bitch hope the condom never do leak
2 seats, one car, all you hear yes daddy …
High salary blow jobs, high calorie rap bars and not me
My sweet 16 will probably need a school id
And usually high b, dominant victor
You know what time it is nigger …
I’m a slick … when I write this shit
I’m think on the shit, … and I think you’re a bitch
… we catching bodies, facing the hotel lobby, fuck you security
… I spit asset, hit your block and crumble your …
This is torture when I torture, or escort you
Out the building where ex-convicts with our …
Permanent hand shake, your man can’t stick to the script
… I was Malcolm to your belief.

Ab-Soul - Gone Insane Lyrics & Video

Ab-Soul - Gone Insane Music Video Directed By: FredoTovar / Scott Fleishman

Ab-Soul - Gone Insane Lyrics:

the illuminati

all day and all fucking light this is your lightning

i am lighting this buy all supply ….

higher than i’ve ever been this …fighting

put your hands up as if you want…lighting

don’t shut as if you want …

can you? i would like to see you try that

i’ll be eating rappers that’s the only way i am biting up

that was yummy yummy dummy dummy funny funny

if a bitch some sip sip then i get some suck suck

think a nigger must be lucky lucky she is such a doll

i guess that makes me chucky

.. bitches licking my balls you ain’t nothing at all

you ain’t nothing at all need to remind

… is a better place i hope you all die

think i am … gone insane

someone take this gun before i blow up my brain