Artist: Ab-Soul f/ Bas
Album:  Do What Thou Wilt.
Song:   Braille
Typed by: Cedmaster3K
 
[Intro: Ab-Soul]
Diet Mountain Dew, don't ask
Hahahah, I had to say that
 
[Chorus 2X: Ab-Soul]
Try and say somethin' new, it ain't nothin' new to say
Everythin' been did, each and e'ry which way
But you ain't never seen it done like this
You ain't never, you ain't never, you ain't never seen it done like this
 
[Ab-Soul]
Turn it up a little more
Yo, yo, uhh
 
Soulo Hoe the prophet, I'm a +FIEND+ like Bassy
Money like I'm Saudi, agua from the islands
We went from Pintos to Benzos, plain and simple, let's race a little
The bar needs to be raised a little, I led
lead the way but never raised the pencil
Might pay your rent if you suck good dick
and you know what our time apart meant/apartment
Pardon me, if I'm, arguably, the hardest nigga on the beat
Me and Bas is bosses, throwin' their boxers, I can own fifty dollar boxers
I just wanna spend hunnid stacks everyday, I went digital
Yo shit we don't dig at all, we just dish if off, you know I gotta eat
My bitch got cakes and I'm gettin' that brain, that's food for thought
Uhh, got the loud and it's lit, got the loud and it's lit
You smokin' that Reggie, you niggas ain't ready, be quiet and quit!
Soul~!
 
[Chorus]
 
[Bas]
Bassy on a mission, stackin' dough like it's a photo moment
Haters hate us only for the moment cause your bitch wanna take a photo homie
Soulo rollin', got an onion on us where my city dolo like "Vanilla Sky"
Smokin' like we 'bout to cross the border, got a couple shows up on the other side
25 in a row, shit, shows jumpin', we've been hittin' licks
Money flowin' like we flippin' bricks now I don't know if I've ever been in this
town, flip a switch, killin' niggas like I pulled the plug
Quarter pound of piff to fill the lungs, got the whole crowd yellin' "Feel the buzz"
It's +Lit+, I call her, one DM
I land around noon but I fuck by 1 P.M., FIENDS
Practice what you preach, preach love, careful what you eat
Half of it's diseased, they don't want us here
 
[Chorus]
 
{*beat switches*}
 
[Interlude: Ab-Soul]
Braille...
What the tongue, can't, taste (braille)
What the eyes, can't, see
What the ears (see) can't, hear (braille)
What, what your nose, can't, sniff
Put your han-han-han-han-hands in the, air-air-air, air-air-air (braille)
Take your
Put-put your hands, in the, air - braille... (air-air-air)
What the tongue, can't, taste (braille)
What the eyes, can't, see
What the ears, can't, hear (braille)
What, what your nose, can't, sniff
Put your hands, in the, air (braille)
 
[Ab-Soul]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
 
Peter Piper picked a pack of pickled peppers (yeah)
Soulo found a pound of loud and lit it up (Soulo)
Bet this resin never leave my finger tips (yeah)
Helen Keller would've felt the shit (braille)
But tell me what is it you niggas want
Really, tell me what is it you niggas want
Are you niggas dope or you just doin' dope? (huh?)
Is you niggas dope or you just doin' dope?