A.b.s.

All flats, flips like Joey Bats
All pun intended, young Jose Crack
A ofay pack with the Virgil patch
Soda jump back call it Szczerbiak
Apollo Creeed left on the mat
Must've forget his terrycloth at the laundromat
Overslept on but these birds fire like Pontiacs
The game stepped on but Dope's chronic to insomniacs
Animaniacs, pandemonium in my brain
React like I'm trained to snap
Tracks stained on ya veins, relapse

And relax
Don't need no feedback
Whaat?

William the genius, watch me build arena's
50 piece in Phoenix like I'm Gil Arenas
Blow up Rome, repaint the scene with
Only patinas, Earth tones scheming
Revise the Gods back to their original meaning
Reveal the original man
Seen Venus, called her Hathor
5 fingers gather, I'm powered up
Kaio-Ken, the clean up batter
Y'all better back it up
Or peep my best Soler impression
Just to wrap it up
I'm World Series tested
Solar missions got me Radd as fuck



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Writer(s): Christopher Jeffries
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