Now You Know
[Intro: Ab-Soul]
Try to relax, try to relax
I know you’re anxious, baby
I know you’re anxious, for me
But you just gotta try to relax, try to relax
I wrote the majority of this rap on a bean bag under the JMZ train tracks, the Bro P on the motherf**king boards, homeboy
(If you don’t know, now ya know nigga)
[Hook: Ab-Soul]
Went from Del’s liquor to Deli’s in the Bronx nigga
I’m just a youngin from Del Amo
With a belt by Ferragamo doin’ what I want to
You know what I’m up to
I hit the Bodega for the backwoods
Pack a dutchies if you lucky nigga
Cups with the ice just doing just doing what I want to
You know what I’m up to (x5)
[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
I swear to God I wish I wrote this f**king verse on Mother’s Day
That ain’t got sh*t to do with this or does it? f**k it, Anyway
I’ve been miseducated, mislead, misinterpretated, misunderstood, mistaken, misjudged
That’s why I’m a misfit, up to mischief
On a mission, in a missionary
Hittin missionaries (missionaries)
That was all mises, terms with ‘mis’ prefixes to be specific
All you feminists should be on my dick for this sh*t (word)
But listen close, this where sh*t get tricky
What all these words have in common is that they’re all iffy
Hence misogyny, obviously
I’d switch the ‘y’ in ‘mystery’ with ‘i’ if I could (I would)
If you was ? you would know it nigga
But you’re not so I guess y’all good
So one time for the women, two times for the ladies, three times for the b**ches
Don’t forget about the b**ches
Adam’s rib ain’t adding up, this story must be more extensive (YMF nigga)
Meiosis, mitosis and some mo’ sh*t
Noah had motion in the ocean before his boat did
And you know why, I love my mama so much
And I can’t watch my sister grow up, So I..
[Hook: Ab-Soul]
Went from Del’s liquor to Deli’s in the Bronx nigga
I’m just a youngin from Del Amo
With a belt by Ferragamo doin what I want to
You know what I’m up to
I hit the Bodega for the backwoods
Pack a dutchies if you lucky nigga
Cups with the ice just doing just doing what I want to
You know what I’m up to
