Ab-Soul - Dictionary Rap lyrics

[Verse 1: Ab-soul] Soulo Indubitably! Still trying to get this loose leaf, lift my legal tender Til it's tall enough to reach god's slipper, whatchu think? Big Dipper n***a quite the constellation 'cross the nation So a head I graduated then came to your culmination Like my little sistas, but these rappers smoke tender No pen I don't bowl n***a, you whack on ball like a ego When you small as gnomes and trolls n***a Mediocre, novice Go salt, garlic I'm big willy, you craw-fish Flow silly, retarded Gimme a helmet, like I play for the vikings I be (what?) Rollin' up that poison ivy, and I don't look at it at all If it ain't fulla tetrahydracannibol, I'm an cannibal dawg Jeffrey dahmer pull your skin off if you look at me wrong, it'll turn me on I'mma turn this up like a thermostat when its cold as f** Am I cold or what? I'mma Cobra, venomous Bad to the bone, break all your ligaments Everybody gettin' it, ain't nobody innocent In your pinnacle is benefittin' zero for your penmanship A missle in a barrel and I'm splittin your apparel Red Light, Help! We'll sing carols Vernacular stupid, you're inadequate foolishness tickles my amusement Don't know if I'm an artist or a harvard law student But I pa**ed bars, like kids in candy stores I'm a carnivore and I are the best, absolutely genuine When it comes to synonyms, I'm a thesaurus Rex Read more, learn more, change the globe Don't let no one tell you no, yes you can the more you know You understand how much you don't understand, so now you know I ain't the pope, but listen what I taughtcha I ain't gon' cross ya, hope I ain't lost ya I found my utopia, little ciroc, little fruitopia I spit opium, cut ya up, fill the room up with sodium Oh lets do it Oh lets do it Dictionary Music That intelligent sh** I influence I approve it, Dictionary Music, Yaaaaaaaaa X2 Cataclysmic words, pattern thrash em with the verb I put pa**ion in my work, ethic stretch ya like a paramedic Mashin' through yo' turf, even if your habitats obscure I'll surely make it out alive, precisely how I did at birth You're miniature, minuscule, I'm a minister, April Fools! I like literature luchini, indica and fried zucchini Where my n***as with they beanies on, co*ked like a mockingbird I'm sharp enough to correct a correctional officer Carp ya like a carpenter, barbecue your body parts I bet Waka Flocka Flame never met a Charizard Barbarian that sumaritan, neanderthal A package of blacks, a package of matches, and a can of aerosol No time for no R and R, that sativa got me up Northen California grown, just to state the obvious And I'm omnipotent as god, get you bible And bring your rifle to revival, okay lets do it Shoutout to Webster!