Most lyrical song of the week!

Artist: Ab-Soul f/ Kendrick Lamar
Album: Longterm 2: Lifestyles of the Broke and Almost Famous
Song: Turn Me Up

[Ab-Soul]
Check-check-check, uh
Make sure the levels tight Ali, real tight
Check

Yeah, come come now
Soul Brother Number Two, I’m the one now
Sun up to sun down still kicking that shit
Put your gun down, I come in peace
like a extraterrestrial being
Eat me a meteor and walk across the moon bare feet (uh)
But don’t nobody rhyme like this no more (nah)
Call me the 2010 Rakim
I got soul, there’s more in store
Feel like the CVS, open twenty-four
Spent nights tryna overshadow my shadow
for niggas tryna block my light like a solar eclipse
I bring a knife to a fist fight and when I cut a record (uh)
So when I cut the cheese, shit, you know what it is
It’s Mr. Ab-Soulutely The Most Incredible At This
So adjust your bass, your treble, and then

[Chorus 2X: Ab-Soul]
Yo, “turn me up some”
Yo, “turn me up some”
Yo, “turn me up some”
“Turn me up some, turn me up some”

[Ab-Soul]
Yo, finna break this blunt down and burn me up one
and sip on this Remy till they turn me up some
For me it’s more difficult to be simple
than it is to be complex as a lot of apartments
You niggas comedy, I’m laughing at you probably
We are not the same, there’s no strand of monotony
between you and I until we die (yeah)
Revelations say you either fry or fly
And it’s hard to find God when you ain’t never seen him
It’s pie in the sky and there’s bodies on the cement
And I know you looking at me like, you don’t speak english
I bring the heat like a phoenix, a sun under Phoenix sun
And I’m rooting for the Lakers when they play the Phoenix Suns
I ain’t really into sports, that’s just where I’m from
Longterm 2
And if it’s in your possession, then follow the directions my dude

[Chorus 2X]

[Kendrick Lamar]
Uh, come come now
Pac told me fuck the world, I’m bout to cum now
I’ve been a pro, but now I’m profound
Propane on posers, restraining from the doja
Imagine if I smoke I’ll probably come up with a quote
so heavy you’ll forget every album you heard from Hova
or 2Pacalypse, I’m Hub City’s novelist
Come and get your scholarship, I’m taking kids to school
A pool full of spit, dive in, I’m bout to drool
You’ll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that I wrote
I was a black sheep, but now I’m just a GOAT
And I’m bout to elope, married to the game yo
This is Hip Hop at its finest, when you find this in a Ziploc
Till the wheels fall off, fuck a pit stop or whatnot
Where my teardrop? I murdered it, my potholes is turbulence
I’m in the sky wit it, when you listening to Kendrick, just

[Chorus 2X]

[Ab-Soul]
This for my niggas that really rap all night
No sleep, do it with your eyes closed, I can see
your vision from Del Amo
Poppa took the television, but left the radio
Ill niggas, wack niggas, what’s the ratio?
Is the shit degrading or inspirational?
I’ll have you know I must have wrote about a thousand rhymes, a thousand times
I give you my word

[Kendrick Lamar]
Cause I just gotta be heard
I just gotta be heard
I just gotta be heard
Said, I gotta be, yessir, I gotta be
Heard, heard, heard, heard
Heard, heard, heard, heard
Heard, heard, heard, heard
I said I gotta be, yessir, I gotta be
Heard
Yeah, Ab-Soulo, Kendrick Lamar

[Chorus until fade]

Red Everything Movement

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