Artist: Ab-Soul f/ Jhene Aiko
Album:  Control System
Song:   Bohemian Grove
Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com

[Ab-Soul]
Hey, we say, one time for the women
Hey, we say, two times for the ladies (one, two, three, four)
Three times for the bitches
Huh, that's right

Motherfuck the government, motherfuck the system
Motherfuck you, I'm just living how I'm living
Patron with a lemon, pineapple in the Ciroc, vanity
More homes/Holmes than the Sherlock' family
to roll through, smoke up, fuck with a broad or two
I'm broader than you, (murder) I'm slaughtering you
She ain't gotta be a genius to see it
I just hope the brain make me say, Jesus! (crazy)
No religion, I'm just so explicit
I coexist in places you would never know existed
(Wh-what-what?) Soulo here
Take a photo/four-door like a four-seater
(Yeah) Top notch to my fucking socks
Say I'm not? You smoking rocks
She on my jock, that's reasonable
If she pop a Xanny and give me the panties

[Chorus]
She'll never leave me alone
Shit, I swear I just met shorty like forty minutes ago, and it's a go
Man, I hope she don't think I think she a hoe
Got me harder than sneaking a bitch in Bohemian Grove
(Yep) one time for the women
(Uh, wh-what-what?) Two times for the ladies
(Wh-what-what?) Three times for the bitches
(Wh-what-what-what?) The bitches

[Ab-Soul]
Motherfuck the government, motherfuck the system
Motherfuck you, I'm just living how I'm living (yep)
Hennessy and Coke, 1800
We mixing dark and light like the 1800s
And we getting blunted, what it do? Yes, indeed
'Bet I got some weed' like ScHoolboy Q (Q!)
Let the festivities begin, we in here (what?)
We in here (what?), we in here
Where them hoes at? I'm 'Sincere' as Nasir
'Belly' of the beast, I might feast on my dear/deer
We night ride like Paul Revere
Spilling Mai Tais all on her brassiere
(Yeah) Top notch to my fucking socks
Say I'm not? You smoking rocks
She on my jock, put the key in the door
If she pop a Percocet and give me the sex

[Chorus]

[Ab-Soul]
Motherfuck the government

[Jhene Aiko] + (Ab-Soul)
Hey baby, I've been thinking of you
Hey baby, I've been thinking of you (wh-what-what?)
Hey baby, I've been thinking of you
Hey baby, I've been thinking of you (wh-what-what?)
Look at my mind (what?), floating away (what?)
I get so Ill-uminati

[Ab-Soul]
That's right
Motherfuck the government, motherfuck the system
Motherfuck you, I'm just living how I'm living
'Soul!

[Interlude: sample of a man reading a transcript of a quote by Colonel Edward House]
"Now having said that, I'll go back to this document
 This was a meeting, OK, this was, this is what House said
 'Very soon, every American will be required to register their biological property'
 That's their birth certificate
 'They'll be required to register their biological property in a National system
  designed to keep track of the people, and that will operate under the ancient system of pledging
  By such methodology, we can compel people to submit to our agenda
  which will affect our security as a chargeback for out fiat paper currency
  Every American will be forced to register, or suffer not being able to work and earn a living'
 The sin
 'They will be our chattel' - that means slaves, it means collateral, you're secured as collateral
 'They will be our chattel'"

[Ab-Soul - over sample]
Control
One, two, the, Control, System
Control
Stimulating the hoes
Control
Educating my niggas
Control
'Soul!
Control