Ab-Soul - Long Term 2 lyrics

[Verse 1:] You mighta caught me walkin on annalee On my way to work, I ain't no jerk, you can wave at me Faithfully I strafe from all the make-believe, pray for me This the sh** they make-up make me think maybe it's maybelline They will not disable me, even Kane afraid of me Now n***as wanna network like A&E City on my back like a superman cape would be Ab-soul, a**hole, why you act an a** for? You ain't even got your own pad you a tadpole It's a future ahead of you, why you looking back though Frontin like you in the front when you in the last row Microphone check 1, 2 are you hearin this Curtiss king will tell you I'm a lyricist, lyricist Been a trip before I caught a flight, alright? Why you think I'm always smiling, I'm nice Rapper's delight, that titles suffice I don't even think you existed but my idol is christ I too have a pa**ion for what I feel is right That's why I get high as a Wright brother and write [Hook:] Cause I just need'em to remember me Before I'm dead and gone write my name in history Mentally, I'm meant to be, infinite, energy Martin Luther King of carson, peace to my enemies And cause this is Long Term 2 And every one of my dreams will all come true This a journey we all go through And if you can't cut it then it's all on you [Verse 2:] I had to be about two All I remember was Charlie Brown and Dr. Seuss Momma read me a bed-time story every night Comprehended so well I thought it was all true That's all truth, 20 years later I became a wordsmith like a kid from will and jada Took a fifth of henny to the head and thought ahead Why they worrying bout my buzz, I ain't a insect What the f**, ya'll got me f**ed up (What the f**, ya'll got me f**ed up) Don't get a n***a mis-conscrewed Cause I get loaded like a brand new pistol, ahhh shoot Long as you knew that I'm on the pursuit Of greatness 'til I lay in a tomb, I'm raiding The game is weak, knowing it's painful and not short However long it take just know I'm not going [Hook] [Verse 3:] (Heaven ain't far Soul) Yea, I swear to God I wrote this on annalee On my way to work, I'm late, I know my momma mad at me (PEACE) to all the homies formerly know as casualties Prosect, I miss you man I do this sh** for you I revise my timelines see how I do 2000 I was cool, '01 I had fun '02 I recorded my first song and I was sprung '03 I was weak, '04 I had flow '05 I signed a street beef with no dough '06 I met punchline, Damn I thank punchline He saw more in my music than metaphors and punchline '07 DudeDawg told me I was family In '08 you became a fan of me '09 I went around the country in a rock band Now it's twenty-ten ya'll, get a catscan dawg [Hook]