Ab-Soul vs. Daylyt [Lyrics]


Before we start, let me just say this, let me just say this
I’m dating you Day
Wait, wait, pause, no gay shit
What’s the difference between a date and a day anyway Day?
A date is a day that’s marked
I’m smart, and just cuz I know you love ’em so much
I came with name flips for days, tailored just for Day
I’m expecting Day to base his verse on data based on turds
My database said Day the basehead that date a basehead
Is he dope? No, who gave Day the base? Ball is what we do best
Flock his projects, that’s a home run, Day
The baseball is what we do best
“Carpe diem,” that’s how you say seize the day in French
I stand behind these bars for the rest of my life
I will never see the light of day again
Now witnessing this rare occasion
I bear fruits of my labor this grape is green
I gotta eat on the go Day
I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don’t go a long way
Don’t go a long way, what? A ho in Chipotle, no
This is food for thought/thot, from a dog on top
We been nuts, there was a fool who thought we was new to this
But who knew this would end up, a glow stick and a uterus
That’s light in a box
And that’s light, that’s light
But Lyt like to lick twat a lot so that’s right
That’s what y’all call street?
No tales from the Crip this evening, he slip
Seems he forgot what the C meant (cement)
It’s your dumbass fault (Asphalt) that last part was so concrete
But I guess you’d have to be Ken to get that bar beat, pardon me
I bet right about now you feelin’ like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs
In fact it’s crazy you even play ball to clear your thoughts
Before raw backwards
And that’s cool, but for this round
Save the BULL before you let the Jordan downs and Jordan down
Now, as for the crew, well, uhh, the villain been itchin’ to skin a dog
And this nigga bought, what, a hundred and three Dalmatians?
It’s safe to say your mob of dots won’t make it
And I’m a fan first
But it won’t take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn
You deserve this disservice
I put this MAN iN ER’S if he don’t got no manners, man word
I’m expectin’ some etiquette in your segment kid
I brought you to the ‘Stu to show how we do
So all them antics and funny shit you do for the cameras
Don’t get aired here
They can’t see you
Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do
And you don’t appear to be appearin’ me, forreal
You should kneel to me or somethin’
Shit, to keep it 100, you’re nil to me, that’s nothing
Heard they been raisin’ raisins down on Grape Street, that’s crazy right?
That’s what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight
So your chances of standin’
Much smaller than my plan to defeat you
Wait, what, do I gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin’, son/sun?
Shed some light on Day? ‘Til he’s cropped out
No not now, I won’t need a plant to defeat you
The sequel, this movie, won’t need to be continued
You finally encountered somethin’ you can’t counter, coward
You’re counterfeit
You ain’t gotta be in a Walgreen’s pharmacy
To see quill drug over the counter
After your mother consumed you, you were the fruit of her womb
After you were born, I’m sure you wore Fruit of the Looms
Now I’m only tryin to figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?
Or just another fruit in this room?
It’s crucial, you choose, I’m sure you don’t want me to assume
I should be against the law to run into
Cuz we all know in LA I’m double you (W), all so true
Today is the day I split Day in two
What the fuck has battle rap turned Day into?
Are you from Gotham or from Watts? Are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?
Did you really think “Paul Walker” was a dope song?
If so, you were wrong
Hold on, I got one more, and don’t lie to me
Do you really have a Batmobile outside, my G?
Don’t be so transparent, this nigga Lyt/light – through
If you don’t know what transparent means, let me enlighten you
If it’s transparent, that means that it lets the light through
So I should smack this trans’ parents for lettin’ Lyt through
Like, the nerve of this cat lyin’ with a motionless emotion
This nigga Day all bitch
Somebody get Quill a quilt before Quill get kilt
Do Quill got skill at all, homie?
It was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie
Did you really expect to last, Day?
You know Revelations say we livin’ in the last days
I mean, I see you skimmed through Genesis and Timothy
But did you get to that page? You got Gats?
You think your little arm’ll get in the way of Armageddon?
Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day
If I had a time machine, I’d go back in time to see
Just how many people would say “Yes” to Day (yesterday)
Nobody, fam, nobody, fam, that’s why I’m ahead to day
No, no body found, that’s why I’m a head today
No, nobody found, that’s why I’m ahead of Day
Somebody check the clock, I think I’m ahead a day
Send him to the choppin’ block, off with the head of Day
It’s only right I be blunt to Lyt
I only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt
I see I should have used the lighter instead
Chill Loc, we ain’t smokin’ no purple, we need the fire instead
When I think of Daylight, I think of shit like
Breakfast, morning, birds singin’, kids playin, see where I’m goin’?
That means you better break-fast, or I’ll have your family mournin”
When that bird sings, kid, I ain’t playin’ and you know it
But you know what?
Take this 500 before you clap this shit up
Say this, let me say this, let me just say this
These flashin’ lights got Lyt flashin’ niggas for the glory
You’re Buzz Lightyears from here, Quill, you tellin’ Toy Stories
You boys bore me, that’s why I’m hoggin’ all lanes
All your bars Häagen-Dazs, that’s on everything
Day a dairy queen, Deluxe, Bless King
Dearly beloved, all first verse, all first verse
You know I brought a hearst for the sausage you brought worst
Dearly beloved, here lies this little light of mine that tried to let it shine
And I hate that we have to hear the lies
From this little light of mine that tried
To let it shine, but I’m ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt
You get it, Lyt?
That’s how you ILL-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night
Brought you some complimentary TDE ski masks


Question, do you know how many copies The Matrix sold?
It don’t matter, The Matrix old
I double cats, I ask ’em if they seen a glitch
No? No? No? Face it, I got it covered
Prevail, they say the sail was a threat to Hell
The gravitational stitch cause some niggas seem down
They come up with this perfectly clean round
But I hope you not doin’ this cause of fear
Of the pen, I’ma prove you pussy within
But I guess it’s up to you to risk (Uterus) your career
I RE-TIRE niggas, I’m the slow LEAK crew, I could OD too
To even the odds some
He thought he could least (KELIS) get a baby victory
But all he got was “Nah, son” (NAS SON)
Check this out, he not ready
Either you fight back or I ETHER you
Thought you could face what I hand you, well this is impeccable
Soon as I took a peek at you (Pikachu), you looked shocked
Peep at you, put everything at stake/steak
Well done, this is beef, right?
Jesus, holy cow, cut the bull, soul before you get meat sliced
I’m from the third, I gotta try you
Guy you play Ryu, you might lose a kin/Ken in Street Fight
Nice slow guidance with both sirens you still couldn’t see Lyt
Division, I got it covered, I’m so eye lit
Pilot, fly, I be the goblin
We battle for a stack, in fact they had to get a cat a rack (cataract)
Cuz I (eye) be the problem
But it’s useless, use less filler, excuse the excuses, but, but, but
These ass cheek niggas dead
You said you would fry Day previously
But that’s what the last week/weak nigga said
But, but, but, keep cool Joe (Cujo) cause a dog crazy
Get down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don’t let us up
He know the heat blowers like Daffy at the casino, nigga you better duck
But I tell them tails we never tuck, we gon’ line that ass up
I’m from the Watts block for decision
My profession is stompin’ squares the fuck out
We played hopscotch for a livin’
But that’s def, that’s just plain old def
It’s funny how we’re all in here but bro tho listen
Have a seat, pick chairs, picture this photo
This a Solo visit, hold up
Is it because he ’bout to get smoked?
Common roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo
No bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission
The deal closed, SoHo is it
Thought you could fuck with Miguel? I gotta Cotto split him
Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say “Fuck Dorothy dog”
I’m toto dissin’
But at this moment, everybody in the room should be scared as Hell
As I release bars, they better bail
Objects that I process is parallel
Let’s get this aligned
Minus sinus, the stuffy nose flew overhead, it’s cold
Redemption, stay still, as I apply Dayquil
Cuz you look like you need medical attention, don’t mind me
See where mind be is a mine, explosive
Interior is inferior, this is a hobby probably
Y’all see I got the drop on everybody
That’s why I reign superior
Whether you like or not, it’s Hell for you, ice plate
These blister niggas still can’t overshadow a nice Day, remember
You did say you would fry Day (Friday)
But you don’t realize you’re on the weak end (weekend) to the streets
Preacher for they peeps, you asshole
You in the motion to grab toes, you’re reachin’ for defeat/the feet
I tell ’em I got the foreign
Cut the sheep, it’s all for the woolish
Game, I play is death, get sword for the hoodish
Actin’, it’s Tinactin, it’s all for the footage
I’m dope, I’m practical crack to you
I need a lot of space, the galactic crew, the actors knew
You feel it, it’s Felix, see what the old cat could do
But you got the roots stirred up
Gelatin dropped and slide, this game is storm chasin’
Based on whether/weather you got the dry
Win rounds, destroy their whole city
Will they get toured? Nay, do (Tornado) you realize
I still got a break, brother
When I quake in action, think of Blake and Jackson, Take cover
That’s light work, Soul
Cut the light switch on and see how the Lyt works, Soul
I cut the light switch off and your light switch off, Soul
Somebody get this nigga help, I mean, like, Soul, assist him
Get him help, I’m sendin’ this nigga out the Solar System
I mean it’s simple, Aretha Franklin, you a Soul sister
And I told you once, I gotta give ’em the quill
And I gotta give ’em the skill
I be on my tip like I tried to give ’em the bill
New approach, Bull coach, I tried to give ’em the Phil/feel
For Watts, starvin’, gotta get us a meal
Bein’ modest, this is modern astrology for the real
You can’t back up defeat/the feet but I try to get up the hill
Cold, rack up the heat but I’m tired of niggas that grill
Chicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest (Chi-est)
Cat form, but now I’m back searchin’ for the highest
Platform, see where I come from, it was sirens
Blackboards, eyelids see the violence, what is that for?
44 shoot, they screamin’, “Who’s that guy?”
Jesus, his face, they screamin’, “Who’s that?” “God!”
We be on the top, careers gettin’ too high
They knew I would get a million dollars, what I do buy
That pink kid in the cup, that Majin Buu fly
Tragic, twin maggots, I grew up too fly
They askin, “Who I?” in front of that triangle black
That’s that guy that come with the side Kangol hat
We take it back from slangin’ packs to the stars mission
Older now, I’m in the Rover but it’s not a Mars mission
Settle down, one child, marry/Mary, feel like I’m Marge pimpin’
Bitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I’m Bart Simpson
I feel this a full moon, chocolate, dreams puddin’
They be likin’ everything I do, they teen wolfin’
But you got it, you got it bad
2Pac it don’t rock is sad
Two watches, that’s pocket change
Dude coppin’ that clock exchange
Credit good, I’ma pull the card out
Better be hysterectomy, show ’em how to ball out
Cough, they can show they don’t stomach though so they fall out
Whip, double roof, dog barkin’ in the dog house
And I gotta give ’em the Lyt
My people in the struggle, I gotta give ’em a fight
Ain’t no equal piece of puzzle, hope God’ll give us the mic
Ain’t no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life
Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in price
Wow, that’s a million…

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