Cut from a Different Cloth

Lyrics

[Intro: Ab-Soul] Look at me, King! Look at me, King! Soul Kaylin on the couch sleepin' She wake up, she gonna be like damnnnn [Verse 1: Ab-Soul] Come and spar with a titan If you ain't knew it's true I'm Zeus and I marvel at lightning What a marvelous sight, know the thought is enticin' Flow stupid like 50 Tyson, don't trip with 50 Cent I beat 'em all like Tyson, that's no coincidence Ab-Soul, don't forget the hyphen, I might throw a fit You think I lived in the Salvation Army but all it is Is that we got a new 2Pacalypse Now (When?) Before the apocalypse Wow, how do you come up with this? If you behind Ab, then maybe you can stomach this Who could fuck with it? I know you got a dick, but use your head, bruh They sleepin' on me by a colony of bed bugs Cut from a different cloth and no one knows my thread count My mind is like a sword, you'd swore I'd have a hair cut Soul and Budden, no discussion Joe, you know it's nothin' Wrote the score, and then I scored, metaphor, and 1 [Chorus: Ab-Soul] I don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them I just do what I do, they just do what they can They be hatin' on the man, with a knife in their hand Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth All these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth Middle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to 'em all [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Y'all can hold the applause I just did what these other niggas was scared to do Tell me life is hard, I'll ask: "What the fuck do you compare it to?" Quarter on the loose, I'm blessed enough that I can spare a few Told me I'd be dead, the fact I'm breathin' is a miracle Y'all got Gollum, listenin' to all these dudes that y'all call lyrical Excludin' under conclusion that you young and you dumb If that's how they appear to you I'd be lyin' if I said your words ain't bother me Be lyin' if I ain't think it was trickery or reverse psychology I came in on Rakim, watched y'all take the bar, y'all lowered it Won't stay in line like a battered wife Ain't too many spots y'all can go with it How long y'all gonna febreeze manure And think the fans won't notice it? Nah, I ain't get angrier, but the chip on my shoulder did Not to gloat, if I ain't one of the GOATs Y'all probably missed my track record Either that or y'all just ain't been keepin' track of records I've just been waitin' till that sentiment passed Y'all ain't even gotta be drunk to feel this genuine draft I'm lettin' Benjamins stack Shouldn't be hard to tell if the boy is potent I'm the only time you'll see a madman be void of emotion 'Cause they fear me in any cypher the hear me in Only rappin' with Soul for the outer body experience So hats off, y'all fit for this, but y'all the type we laugh at I'm way ahead, and when I aim for yours Somethin' tells me he won't snap back All I ever been was a outcast This time in the moment I moved past that But the burner name is Jackson and your alias is Baghdad BLAT! It's not a game, try to execute 2K'D my old bitch, know I keep a ex to shoot If anyone tried to do the math they'd probably be mad as fuck Said I'd never amount to shit, now they tryin' to add it up [Chorus: Ab-Soul] I don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them I just do what I do, they just do what they can They be hatin' on the man, with a knife in their hand Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth All these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth Middle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to 'em all