GOODMAN

Yeah, mic check, mic check, one-two, uh, yeah

Ayy, man, look

Righteous man, wrong one to fuck with, run quick, get an eye exam

Couldn't see me if I just swam

Couldn't touch me with Midas hand (y'all don't feel me though)

Literally, never had a bully thus far, but

Temptation my sparring partner

My guard's up like the air forced me (yeah)

Your crucifixion story, therefore (therefore)

Never dare cross me

To speak the good words what we here for (listen)

But that, you knew

Don't even get me started with a sentence 'lеss we talkin' bout capital (no cap)

Yeah, Ab-Soul after loot, that's true, put it together

Absolute, that's true, you know

Soul glow like a spray for your natural

I ain't as friendly but I move like Casper move (yeah)

You never seen me with a semi, I ain't have to shoot (yeah)

To keep it El Capitan, theatrical (huh)

Never wore a rosary or went to confession

But if I could clean this mess up with a message, it'll be a blessing

God willing, you may have heard of Jack and Jill

But we not healing (man)

Niggas still packin' steel

Man, we need to stop tripping (yeah)

Why throw your block up if you not buildin'? (huh)

And the streets keep watching every step I take

They wanna chop it up with Soul like the old Kanye

The angel with an angle, the demon that means well

Rewrite history, then sell it for retail, yeah

"Positive or good forces clearly triumphant" isn't an interesting game

What we want is a game where it always seems that the good side is about to lose

Standing on the shoulder of giants, a good man turned tyrant

That's the after effects of my environment

I'm much more enlightened, my senses are more heightened

Me and A-B hyphen like the Clash of the Titans

Ducking the sirens, Gorgon on my gourmets

Heart of stone over the organs, flow like Poseidon

I'm like a Lycan, no silver lining, I don't like what you writing

You a little outta line, you believe the hype

Sooner or later, you feel the wrath of my bite

And I ain't even gotta slide, I might do it out of spite (do it out of spite)

Niggas is testing my imperfections

'Til I run a misdirection, and blitz your whole section

This might offend my political connections

Jigga told me "Why bother with peasants?" (leave them bitches alone)

A good man, might I remind myself

But I'll chop you boys in half, you get beside yourself (haha)

When it comes to Herb, bruh, first off

He-, know what I'm sayin', he wouldn't just snap off with the snap, you feel me?

And, like, just how he finessed a lane and really snapped into his own

I got respect to the- even limpin', you still kickin' it, you feel me?

So yeah, yeah, that's-

I'ma-I'ma take it back to the on-the-phone mixtapes

Hotboxin' the whip where I'm just havin' an opportunity to make volumes

You know what I'm sayin'?

This was before any mixtapes, before any single dropped