Songtext zu 'GOTTA RAP' von Ab-Soul

Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled by the black menace
Ha, ha, ha (uh-huh)
Primo, check
I like to call myself the God of rap
But really I just gotta rap (gotta rap, gotta rap)

This a dior doobie on the head of your cutie
Moon signs when you call her back
Do not disturb, we lookin' for the smoke, not who got the herb
Uh, 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

Uh, my movement is still intelligent (yeah)
Your movement is still irrelevant
Blackin' out till I'm out of melanin
Meaning it never ends, you a pharmacist out of medicine
Uh, I'm holding weight like a skeleton
I'm holding weight, you just a skeleton
(rap is something you do, hip-hop) yeah

I put my life in these sentences, bring the felons in
My cuddy in the coupe, flipping chickens
Turning one up into two that's a mockingbird
Uh, they wanna lock 'em in the cell again
For the product that he's selling 'em
My movement is still intelligent
Your movement is still irrelevant
I really might, might be the best rapper alive though
Look

All I know to do is aim high (aim high)
Hold my hood up like a gang sign
Del amo till the death of me
Shit I'm already a legend if I ever leave
So you can't get rid of me (can't get rid of me)
My lyrics will live in memory (forever)
Destination is destiny, every record's a felony
The long term legacy
'Cause there's definitely no stopping him

Just keeping it a buck, I'm on one, george Washington
So fuck is you telling me?
I'm a celestial not a fucking celebrity
Meaning I am not like them
My pool of thought will probably drown aquaman (huh)
Treat an instrumental like I treat oxygen
Had the '87 chevy celebrity (yeah)
Huh, that mean we were the same age
The synergy is heavenly
Rolling through my city in a rush
On university so much, I should at least have a aa
Hey

Hold your horses, I'll be forced to get the ketamine
I've been ready since seventeen (yeah)
Watchin' thrones although most kings get the guillotine
The prophecy is celestine
I'm wide awake, it's still a dream (yeah)
I gotta eat but still it seems
The pigs start yelling freeze
When you bring the bacon to the table like jimmy dean
Party's over, hold the silly string
I even tried suicide and I don't know why
I know better than most that the soul don't die
Took a leap, shattered my leg and lost some teeth
And I'm still standing behind every word I speak, peep

Quaking in my cream, don't worry how I grieve, bitch
Frozen broken heart thawin' out on my sleeve
Then throw my last dollar on the floor (floor)
My guardian angel's name is doe, I can never go broke
Yo, the artifact with all the facts (ay)
Dodgin' cap in my dodger cap
I like to call myself the God of rap
But really I just gotta rap, hollaback
My movement is still intelligent
Yo' movement is still irrelevant
Soul