[Intro: Ab-Soul] Ain't no sitting down in here my nigga Yeah *evil laughs* Yeah keep-say-Oh I think niggas is laughing at me That's right make that spooky shit Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look I Ride Slow
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul] These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time In time you'll find that I'm a fossil No not what I do Lord do you have mercy on my soul? Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle Smoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth (Oh I know) You made a few bucks now you feel buck Your chains gold, my shades all black I can do this with a blindfold This ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow Your brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo But I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack
[Hook: Earl Sweatshirt & Ab-Soul] It gets cold on the road to the riches (Yeah, I Ride Slow) The cars and the clothes is expensive (Yo, I Ride Slow) These hoes with they nose in my business (Yeah, I Ride Slow) Nigga (Yo, I Ride Slow) These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time In time you'll find that I'm a fossil Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo Insane in the membrane!
[Verse 2: Ab-Soul] I Ride Slow, live fast, small time to big cash Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school Had to learn though, the harder way Pushing pennies but see a three's a 16 in my sport Figure deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff! Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back On the surface I will certainly scratch See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist Your puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip Oh! (blow) The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song! Yo, I Ride Slow...
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Danny Brown] Check! I Ride Slow, sparking like exhaust, smite a pyro A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo' You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you Pulling up no headlights but there's red beams on you Apostle, smoking on this dope my brain colossal Helps out the flow to do tricks like a brothel Roll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible Survival tactics, target practice if you lacking it get drastic Caskets If you niggas talking ass backwards Up shits creek with a tissue paddle, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle Call your number like you just won the raffle Nigga you Snapple sweet come after me it's casualty Turn you into vegetables as if i dropped the celery The reality is all you niggas fictitious, smack you With the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits And I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I'm coming up short then niggas Ride Slow, AK-ing up your porch (I Ride Slow!)
[Beat Change]
(I-I-I Ride) (I-I-I Ride)
[Interlude: Doeburger]
Niggas talking about all this lean shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit (I Ride Slow) Silly out here... Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga I gave cuz his first cup of Lean What you niggas talking bout? (I Ride Slow) Cuz older than me, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it (I Ride Slow) (These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time In time you'll find that I'm a fossil) Soulo
*Hail Mary melody* La-la-la-la-la Do you wanna ride or die? (I Ride Slow) What do we have here now? Run quick see Come with me, come with me (Inhale Mary) Come with me, come with me (Exhale Mary) La-la-la-la-la (I Ride Slow)
[Verse 4: Ab-Soul] I heard they stopped making Actavis... (You know when I heard that?) While I was sipping Actavis! Fast life, slow motion in my double cup The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up I must be Captain Phillips These niggas don't speak my language Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip? Enlightenment from a low life that's more than likely high What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path So here's a question that I ask... What's a negative with no plus? A Benz with no bus? A curse with no gift? Who's God with no us?
[Verse 5: Delusional Thomas] Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow Put my dick in witches from the Crucible I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely Death is cold homie, breathe easy Loaded gun in front of me Shoot the soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie You do my murder-
Ay-ay-ay-ay Fuck off! Maaaaaan (I Ride Slow) (Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)
How dare a man talk about the potency of my pack? I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass Satan's blood in my flask Nobody is high as, and These Days the iPad Will tell you that your life will be no longer than an eyelash ... And then float away (I Ride Slow) So good luck!
[Outro:]
Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop- Fuck yeah!
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