Artist: Ab-Soul
Album:  Do What Thou Wilt.
Song:   Now You Know
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Intro: Ab-Soul]
Try to relax, try to relaaax, hey, uh
Cause I know you're anxious, baby, heh 
I know you're anxious, for me
But you just gotta try to relax, try to relaaax
Try to relax
Yea, I wrote the majority of this rap on a bean bag 
under the JMZ train tracks
The bro, P on the motherfucking boards homeboy
(And if you don't know, now ya know, nigga) Uhh, yo, yo

[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
Went from Del's Liquor to Deli's in the Bronx nigga (uhh)
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 (git something, nigga, git something)
I hit the bodega for the Backwoods
Pack of Dutches if you lucky nigga
Cups with the ice, just doin' what I want to
You know what I'm up to
(Git up, git out and git something) You know what I'm up to
(You gotta git up, git out and git something) You know what I'm up to
(Git something, nigga, git something) You know what I'm up to
(You gotta git up, git out and git something) You know what I'm up to

[Ab-Soul]
Ayy, ayy
I swear to God I wish I wrote this fuckin' verse on Mother's Day
That ain't got shit to do with this or does it? Fuck it, anyway (anyway)
I've been, miseducated, mislead, misinterpreted (uhh)
Misunderstood, mistaken, misjudged
That's why I'm a misfit, up to mischief, on a mission
In a missionary, hittin missionaries (missionary)
That was all misses, terms with 'mis' prefixes to be specific
All you feminists should be on my dick for this shit (word)
But listen close, this where shit 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 Nuit, you would know it nigga
But you're not so I guess y'all good
Uhh, so one time for the women
Two times for the ladies, three times for the bitches
Uhh, don't forget about the bitches
Adam's rib ain't addin' up, this story must be more extensive (YMF nigga) 
Meiosis, mitosis and some mo' shit
Noah had motion in the ocean before his boat did
And you know why, I love my momma so much
And I can't watch my little sister grow up, so I

[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
Went from Del's Liquor to Deli's in the Bronx nigga (yeah) 
I'm just a youngin from Del Amo (uhh)
With a belt by Ferragamo doing what I want to
You know what I'm up to (git something, nigga, git something)
I hit the bodega for the Backwoods (yeah)
Pack of Dutches if you lucky nigga (cross your fingers) 
Cups with the ice, just doin' what I want to
You know what I'm up to
(Git up, git out and git something) Yeah, you know what I'm up to
(You gotta git up, git out and git something) Uhh, you know what I'm up to
(Git up, git out and git something) Baby you know what I'm up to
(You gotta git up, git out and git something) Yeah baby, you know what I'm up to

[Ab-Soul]
(Git something, nigga, git something) You know what I'm up to
(You gotta git up, git out and git something) You know what I'm up to
(Git something, nigga, git something) Ohh, you know what I'm up to
(You gotta git up, git out and git something) You know what I'm up to
(Git something, nigga, git something) You know what I'm up to
(You gotta git up, git out and git something) You know what I'm up to
(Git up, git out and git something) Uhh, you know what I'm up to
(You gotta git up, git out and git something) Baby you know what I'm up to

[Outro: Ab-Soul]
You know what I'm up to, yeah baby, you know what I'm up to
You know what I'm up to (if you don't know, now ya know, nigga)
I, Soulo, still a member in good standing (you know what I'm up to)
of the He-Man Woman Hater's Club
Do solemnly swear to be a He-Man and hate women 
and not play with them, or talk to them unless I have to
And especially, never fall in love
And if I do, may I die slowfully and painfully 
And suffer for hours, or until I scream bloody murder