Dictionary Rap Lyrics - Ab-soul

[Verse 1: Ab-soul] 

Soulo 

Indubitably! 

Still trying to get this loose leaf, lift my legal tender 

Til it's tall enough to reach god's slipper, whatchu think? 

Big Dipper nigga quite the constellation 'cross the nation 

So a head I graduated then came to your culmination 

Like my little sistas, but these rappers smoke tender 

No pen I don't bowl nigga, you whack on ball like a ego 

When you small as gnomes and trolls nigga 

Mediocre, novice 

Go salt, garlic 

I'm big willy, you craw-fish 

Flow silly, retarded 

Gimme a helmet, like I play for the vikings I be (what?) 

Rollin' up that poison ivy, and I don't look at it at all 

If it ain't fulla tetrahydracannibol, I'm an cannibal dawg 

Jeffrey dahmer pull your skin off if you look at me wrong, it'll turn me on 

I'mma turn this up like a thermostat when its cold as fuck 

Am I cold or what? I'mma Cobra, venomous 

Bad to the bone, break all your ligaments 

Everybody gettin' it, ain't nobody innocent 

In your pinnacle is benefittin' zero for your penmanship 

A missle in a barrel and I'm splittin your apparel 

Red Light, Help! We'll sing carols 

Vernacular stupid, you're inadequate foolishness tickles my amusement 

Don't know if I'm an artist or a harvard law student 

But I passed bars, like kids in candy stores 

I'm a carnivore and I are the best, absolutely genuine 

When it comes to synonyms, I'm a thesaurus Rex 

Read more, learn more, change the globe 

Don't let no one tell you no, yes you can the more you know 

You understand how much you don't understand, so now you know 

I ain't the pope, but listen what I taughtcha I ain't gon' cross ya, hope I ain't lost ya 

I found my utopia, little ciroc, little fruitopia 

I spit opium, cut ya up, fill the room up with sodium 

Oh lets do it 

Oh lets do it 

Dictionary Music 

That intelligent shit I influence 

I approve it, Dictionary Music, Yaaaaaaaaa 

X2 

Cataclysmic words, pattern thrash em with the verb 

I put passion in my work, ethic stretch ya like a paramedic 

Mashin' through yo' turf, even if your habitats obscure 

I'll surely make it out alive, precisely how I did at birth 

You're miniature, minuscule, I'm a minister, April Fools! 

I like literature luchini, indica and fried zucchini 

Where my niggas with they beanies on, cocked like a mockingbird 

I'm sharp enough to correct a correctional officer 

Carp ya like a carpenter, barbecue your body parts 

I bet Waka Flocka Flame never met a Charizard 

Barbarian that sumaritan, neanderthal 

A package of blacks, a package of matches, and a can of aerosol 

No time for no R and R, that sativa got me up 

Northen California grown, just to state the obvious 

And I'm omnipotent as god, get you bible 

And bring your rifle to revival, okay lets do it 

Shoutout to Webster!