The End Is Near Lyrics - Ab-soul

[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