Yeah, it's all subjective shit.
Yeah, yeah you know
It's like the calm before the storm.
Perception is everything.

Bunch of fuckin' drones
Bunch of drones, can't think for your own.
Bunch of fuckin' drones
Bunch of drones, can't think for your own.
Bunch of fuckin' drones
Bunch of drones, can't think for your own.
Bunch of fuckin' drones
Bunch of drones, can't think for your own.
Can't think for your own!
Can't think for your own!
Can't think for your own!
Can't think for your own!
Can't think for your own!

Out my window all I see is Babylon, grab your gun
You ain't a knight tonight, you won't live to see the morning sun.
Yellow tape, pistols in your face, hold on, show no weakness
Money, murder, grab your burner, cabins burnin', where is free?
Soulo, yeah I'm the one you heard about
Fuck's gotten into Herbert now?
He's so foul he's got birds around
Had it my way like it's Burger King, you don't want beef, put that burger down.
Don't go against my coalition,
you can kiss my Colin Powell.
Guess it's in my heritage,
I double cross snakes and go ape shit
Psychedelic, she left on her heels and I'm chewin' pills, I can't taste shit.
My d-ck look like a spaceship, "Stairway to Heaven" on my playlist
On 9/11 I called 911 and the voice recording said this:

Bunch of fuckin' drones
Bunch of drones, can't think for your own.
Bunch of fuckin' drones
Bunch of drones, can't think for your own.
Bunch of fuckin' drones
Bunch of drones, can't think for your own.
Bunch of fuckin' drones
Bunch of drones, can't think for your own.
About face, about face
About face, about face
About face, about face
About face!
Can't think for your own.

This ain't no manifesto, you niggers know me.
My niggers' manifest O's of the Oakley
High tech sippin' high tech like Detroit, Red used to coach me
A B, see he, D, E, F though (most G)
No pen though, I just pulled this shit out the wind, bro'
Ain't got shit to lose, but a win bro, it's a win, bro, this shit's simple
Gettin' dough like Papa John, your momma all on Papa John
Ain't got no chain, I ain't no slave, ain't got no watch, I ain't got the time.
The SWAT team got robots and I'm thinkin' 'bout coppin' mine
Literally, fuck a pair of shoes,
I'm packin' nines, dare you to shoot.
Headline, Ab-Soul facin' fed time.
Rewind, it wasn't 'bout that, no rat but I'm droppin' dimes.
Iceberg Slim with the furs on, I knows war, that's real talk.
All my life, I knew I was ill,
Rock had me on the Billboard. yeah,
In God I trust, I ain't no fool, no.
But on the real, I just hope my credit card does too, Soul!

Bunch of fuckin' drones
Bunch of drones, can't think for your own.
Bunch of fuckin' drones
Bunch of drones, can't think for your own.
Bunch of fuckin' drones
Bunch of drones, can't think for your own.
Bunch of fuckin' drones
Bunch of drones, can't think for your own.

About face, abput face
About face, about face
About face, about face
About face!
Can't think for your own.

I bought some Alexander Wang,
After I heard "New Slaves"
Went and bought some Alexander Wang, after I heard "New Slaves"
Y'all niggas can't fuck with Soul, y'all niggas can't fuck with Soul
Y'all niggas can't fuck with Soul, y'all niggas can't fuck with Soul.

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