The End Is Near

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul] Yo, check – my flow is unknown to man yet Damnit – keep runnin' 'round like an annual banquet Made a withdrawal with your broad, she left the bank wet Rub her like a condom, contemplating dangerous sex I'm unimpressed with your talent, skills still appeal A maestro on the mic, though, I'm almost as ill as Camille, for real Ain't never runnin' from nothin', I'm fit to tread mills Name another movement making time stand still… High-powered to the third degree Murder, we emerged, and it was an emergency It's closed curtains for you worthless earthlings Hurtin' 'cause I rise like mercury in the burning heat Words on the streets, Solo done done it again Look at me, I used to match a dub sack with my friends Now we smokin' by the O, like the letters P and N Ain't have to start watching CNN for you to see an end It's coming quicker than you think, don't mean to rub it in Like Lubriderm, but you should learn that you could never fuck with him Abs gettin' bigger, but I ain't do no sit-ups Got the hiccups, 'cause I keep puffin' ‘Ports without the filter Feel the vibe switch in every single room that I enter Told my bitch to make room for a tomb for her placenta, nigga I'll fuck her 'til she have a seizure in my leisure time She know I love her, also know I don't need her ‘Cause I'm a king, and I smoke a lot of weed That makes sense, it's about 33 ounces in a litre In layman's terms, you lames had better pay respect Or you'll be sleepin', they'll be at your wake, payin' their respects [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Said it's the soul cold wickedness – old folk killin' shit Most Dope syndicate, the Go Pro's filming it Good coke, sniffin' shit – broke, no benefits Smack him in his face and then I'm blowin' smoke into it Obliterated on a big estate, shit… I figure fame is just a bitch's game That's why there's raindrops drippin' off my windowpane And I was gettin' money far before the fiscal game Official names, got plugs like a new strain does You may be hot inside your city, but homie you ain't us You can't trust nothin' if it's comin' with a dollar sign It's genius coming from out of my awkward mind Cross the line? It's just not the time And he ain't thinkin', put that red dot on his mind I'm Satana's bandana, against me, you don't stand a chance Call you fancy pants, 'cause when you drunk, you do the hammer dance If there's a random chance you fuckin' up my Phantom plans I'mma go bananas and blam ‘em until the ambulance My mother's sonogram was like a mission statement ‘Cause I wasn't patient, left that pussy in a spaceship Y'all fools basic, your parents both racist I'm lawyering these hoes out here, beating cases She eatin' dick, so she plead the Fifth Yeah, it's Larry Fish, homie, he's a myth You sunk my battleship, I be in Nazareth 'bout where Jesus lived And your homie with you, he's a bitch, some vagina shit Gettin' faded, go sing in Vegas I'm just observing, a man of different faces Yup, some dick licker want my kids in her She a switch hitter, told her bring a bitch with her The dick split her like a Swisher then I'm outtie… outtie I never eat the pussy if it's lousy… lousy I'm the prodigal son, the ominous Nostradamus Anonymous visions, confidant, some Obama shit In moccasins, takin' Annie… alright…