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The End Is Near

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]

Right on my tongue, look

Yo, check, my flow is unknown to man yet

Dammit, keep running around like an annual banquet

Made a withdrawal with your broad, she left the bank wet

Rub her like a condom contemplating dangerous sex

I'm unimpressed with your talent, skill still appeal

A maestro on the mic though, I'm almost ill as Camille for real

Ain't never runnin' from nothin', I'm fit to tread mills

Name another movement makin' time stand still

Hiiipower to the third degree

Murder, we emerged and it was an emergency

It's closed curtains for you worthless earthlings

Hurtin' cause I rise like mercury in the burning heat

Word on the street Soulo done done it again

Look at me, I used to match a dub sack with my friends

Now we smokin' by the O, like the letters P and N

Ain't have to start watching CNN for you to see an end

It's coming quicker than you think, don't mean to rub it in

Like lubriderm, but you should learn that you could never fuck with him

Ab's gettin' bigger, but I ain't do no sit-ups

Got the hiccups cause I keep puffin' Ports without the filter

Feel the vibe switch in every single room that I enter

Told my bitch to make room for a tomb for her placenta, nigga

I fuck her 'til she have a seizure in my leisure time

She know I love her, also know I don't need her

Cause I'm a king and I smoke a lot of weed

That makes sense, it's about 33 ounces in a liter

In layman's terms you lames had better pay respect

Or you'll be sleepin', they'll be at your wake payin' their respects[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

Said it's the soul cold wickedness

Old folk killin' shit

Most dope syndicate, the GoPros filmin' it

Good coke sniffin' shit, broke no benefits

Smack him in his face and then I'm blowin' smoke into it

Obliterated on a big estate

Shit, I figure fame is just a bitches game

That's why there's raindrops drippin' off my windowpane

And I was gettin' money far before the Fisker came

Official name's got plugs like a new strain does

You may be hot inside your city, homie you ain't us

You can't trust nothin' if it's comin' with a dollar sign

It's genius comin' from out of my awkward mind

Cross the line, it's just not the time

And he ain't thinkin', put that red dot on his mind

I'm Santana's bandana, against me you don't stand a chance

Call you fancy pants cause when you're drunk you do the hammer dance

If there's a random chance you're fuckin' up my Phantom plans

I'mma go bananas and blam 'em into the ambulance

My mother's sonogram was like a mission statement

Cause I wasn't patient, left that pussy in a spaceship

Y'all fools basic, your parents both racist

I'm lawyering these hoes out here, beatin' cases

She eatin' dick so she plead the fifth

Yeah, it's Larry Fish, homie he's a myth

You sunk my battleship, I'll be in Nazareth by where Jesus live

And your homie with you, he's a bitch, some vagina shit

Gettin' faded, go and sin in Vegas

I'm just observent, man of different faces

Some dick-licker want my kids in her

She a switch-hitter, told her bring her bitch with her

The dick split her like a swisher then I'm outty, outty

Never eat the pussy if it's lousy, it's lousy

I'm the prodigal son

With ominous, Nostradamus anonymous visions

Confidence, some Obama shit, in Mocassins they can

In moccasins they can ante, alright

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