Goodman Songtext
von Ab‐Soul feat. Punch

Yeah, mic check, mic check, one-two, uh, yeah
Ayy, man, look

Righteous man, wrong one to fuck with, run quick, get an eye exam
Couldn′t see me if I just swam
Couldn't touch me with Midas hand (y′all don't feel me though)
Literally, never had a bully thus far, but
Temptation my sparring partner

My guard's up like the air forced me (yeah)
Your crucifixion story, therefore (therefore)
Never dare cross me
To speak the good words what we here for (listen)
But that, you knew
Don′t even get me started with a sentence ′lеss we talkin' bout capital (no cap)


Yeah, Ab-Soul after loot, that′s true, put it together
Absolute, that's true, you know
Soul glow like a spray for your natural
I ain′t as friendly but I move like Casper move (yeah)
You never seen me with a semi, I ain't have to shoot (yeah)
To keep it El Capitan, theatrical (huh)
Never wore a rosary or went to confession
But if I could clean this mess up with a message, it′ll be a blessing

God willing, you may have heard of Jack and Jill
But we not healing (man)
Niggas still packin' steel
Man, we need to stop tripping (yeah)
Why throw your block up if you not buildin'? (huh)
And the streets keep watching every step I take
They wanna chop it up with Soul like the old Kanye
The angel with an angle, the demon that means well
Rewrite history, then sell it for retail, yeah

"Positive or good forces clearly triumphant" isn′t an interesting game
What we want is a game where it always seems that the good side is about to lose

Standing on the shoulder of giants, a good man turned tyrant
That′s the after effects of my environment
I'm much more enlightened, my senses are more heightened
Me and A-B hyphen like the Clash of the Titans
Ducking the sirens, Gorgon on my gourmets
Heart of stone over the organs, flow like Poseidon
I′m like a Lycan, no silver lining, I don't like what you writing
You a little outta line, you believe the hype


Sooner or later, you feel the wrath of my bite
And I ain′t even gotta slide, I might do it out of spite (do it out of spite)
Niggas is testing my imperfections
'Til I run a misdirection, and blitz your whole section
This might offend my political connections
Jigga told me "Why bother with peasants?" (leave them bitches alone)
A good man, might I remind myself
But I′ll chop you boys in half, you get beside yourself (haha)

When it comes to Herb, bruh, first off
He-, know what I'm sayin', he wouldn′t just snap off with the snap, you feel me?
And, like, just how he finessed a lane and really snapped into his own
I got respect to the- even limpin′, you still kickin' it, you feel me?
So yeah, yeah, that′s-
I'ma-I′ma take it back to the on-the-phone mixtapes
Hotboxin' the whip where I′m just havin' an opportunity to make volumes
You know what I'm sayin′?
This was before any mixtapes, before any single dropped