| Song | Terrorist Threats |
| Artist | Ab-Soul |
| Album | Control System |
| [Intro: Ab-Soul] | |
| Wicked as Aleister Crowley, you niggas know me | |
| [Bridge: Jhene Aiko] | |
| Kick your game, spit your flow | |
| Can't f*ck with this Top Dawg sh*t though | |
| [Hook: Ab-Soul] | |
| Wish I could see out of Selassie' eye | |
| Maybe my sovereignty would still be mine | |
| If all the gangs in the world unified | |
| We'd stand a chance against the military tonight | |
| [Verse 1: Ab-Soul] | |
| Babylon, Babylon | |
| Out my window all I see is Babylon | |
| On the news all I see is Babylon | |
| And all niggas do is just babble on | |
| Money and hoes, want money and hoes | |
| If I sold dope, I'd have plenty of flows | |
| If I was from the projects like Jay Rock | |
| I woulda more than likely slang rocks | |
| All my life I done been around Crips and Bloods | |
| Pimps and thugs (Just to name a few) | |
| I do drugs, momma say it's in my blood | |
| But she don't know what the f*ck I've been through | |
| To creep through the back door | |
| The typical black boy in the good old USA | |
| Before I pushed rhymes like weight | |
| I used to wanna play for the NBA | |
| Hey... | |
| F*ck I'm doing talking 'bout pineal gland | |
| Ancient ways of Sumerians | |
| Ain't nothing wrong with a righteous man | |
| Damn... | |
| This why I had to write this man | |
| For my niggas on the corner, selling water | |
| To somebody's daughter, fluctuating prices man | |
| I ain't got no gavel | |
| I ain't tryna fight nobody battle | |
| I just wanna be free | |
| I ain't tryna be nobody's chattel | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] | |
| (Extra pills, extra pills) | |
| Them AK clips stay extra peeled | |
| Smoking on some of that extra kill | |
| Purple Urkel, that Jaleel | |
| I put that on everythang | |
| If we could link up every gang | |
| And niggas is willing to bear the pain | |
| We'd put the White House lights out today | |
| Okay-kay-kay | |
| We mobbing like we the black KKK | |
| Don't forget my a.k.a. Mayday | |
| Pee on your Ph. D. or your AA | |
| Hey, Dear Barack | |
| I know you just a puppet but I'm giving you props | |
| You lying to the public like it ain't nothing | |
| And I just love it, I hope it don't stop | |
| I don't give a damn, nigga bang that block | |
| I don't give a f*ck, nigga bang that Glock | |
| I seen an image of Hitler in the picture | |
| When the twin towers dropped | |
| Peep the concept | |
| You've got progress, you've got congress | |
| We protest in hopes they confess | |
| Just proceed on your conquest | |
| I ain't got no gavel | |
| I ain't finna fight nobody battle | |
| I just wanna be free | |
| I ain't finna be nobody's chattel | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3: Danny Brown] | |
| (Extra pills, extra pills) | |
| Nose candy rain like Soul 4 Real | |
| My baby needs some enfamil | |
| So bags get stuffed like Oprah grill | |
| Pull around, come back, oh, for real? | |
| Top blew off, loafers in teal | |
| Get lined up like homeless meals | |
| Feeling if he know how being homeless feels? | |
| Okay-kay-kay | |
| Don't try to stop it, get in my way | |
| You'll get stomped like a Broadway play | |
| AK melee make ya obey, okay? | |
| Feel my pain | |
| Going insane, I'm ashamed | |
| Cause I ain't got sh*t but an EBT card | |
| From a fiend that owe me and it's in her daughter name | |
| How the f*ck is they 'posed to eat? | |
| How the f*ck am I 'posed to eat? | |
| Got a nigga in the streets, no health care | |
| Tryna slang weed just to put shoes on his feet | |
| So f*ck you, you don't give a f*ck about me | |
| Can't get a job if they drug test me | |
| Got a nigga stressed depressed | |
| Got a feeling in his chest and the world's stripped of happiness | |
| I ain't got no gavel | |
| I ain't tryna fight nobody battle | |
| I just wanna be free | |
| I ain't finna be nobody's shadow |
| Intro: AbSoul | |
| Wicked as Aleister Crowley, you niggas know me | |
| Bridge: Jhene Aiko | |
| Kick your game, spit your flow | |
| Can' t f ck with this Top Dawg sh t though | |
| Hook: AbSoul | |
| Wish I could see out of Selassie' eye | |
| Maybe my sovereignty would still be mine | |
| If all the gangs in the world unified | |
| We' d stand a chance against the military tonight | |
| Verse 1: AbSoul | |
| Babylon, Babylon | |
| Out my window all I see is Babylon | |
| On the news all I see is Babylon | |
| And all niggas do is just babble on | |
| Money and hoes, want money and hoes | |
| If I sold dope, I' d have plenty of flows | |
| If I was from the projects like Jay Rock | |
| I woulda more than likely slang rocks | |
| All my life I done been around Crips and Bloods | |
| Pimps and thugs Just to name a few | |
| I do drugs, momma say it' s in my blood | |
| But she don' t know what the f ck I' ve been through | |
| To creep through the back door | |
| The typical black boy in the good old USA | |
| Before I pushed rhymes like weight | |
| I used to wanna play for the NBA | |
| Hey... | |
| F ck I' m doing talking ' bout pineal gland | |
| Ancient ways of Sumerians | |
| Ain' t nothing wrong with a righteous man | |
| Damn... | |
| This why I had to write this man | |
| For my niggas on the corner, selling water | |
| To somebody' s daughter, fluctuating prices man | |
| I ain' t got no gavel | |
| I ain' t tryna fight nobody battle | |
| I just wanna be free | |
| I ain' t tryna be nobody' s chattel | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2: AbSoul | |
| Extra pills, extra pills | |
| Them AK clips stay extra peeled | |
| Smoking on some of that extra kill | |
| Purple Urkel, that Jaleel | |
| I put that on everythang | |
| If we could link up every gang | |
| And niggas is willing to bear the pain | |
| We' d put the White House lights out today | |
| Okaykaykay | |
| We mobbing like we the black KKK | |
| Don' t forget my a. k. a. Mayday | |
| Pee on your Ph. D. or your AA | |
| Hey, Dear Barack | |
| I know you just a puppet but I' m giving you props | |
| You lying to the public like it ain' t nothing | |
| And I just love it, I hope it don' t stop | |
| I don' t give a damn, nigga bang that block | |
| I don' t give a f ck, nigga bang that Glock | |
| I seen an image of Hitler in the picture | |
| When the twin towers dropped | |
| Peep the concept | |
| You' ve got progress, you' ve got congress | |
| We protest in hopes they confess | |
| Just proceed on your conquest | |
| I ain' t got no gavel | |
| I ain' t finna fight nobody battle | |
| I just wanna be free | |
| I ain' t finna be nobody' s chattel | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: Danny Brown | |
| Extra pills, extra pills | |
| Nose candy rain like Soul 4 Real | |
| My baby needs some enfamil | |
| So bags get stuffed like Oprah grill | |
| Pull around, come back, oh, for real? | |
| Top blew off, loafers in teal | |
| Get lined up like homeless meals | |
| Feeling if he know how being homeless feels? | |
| Okaykaykay | |
| Don' t try to stop it, get in my way | |
| You' ll get stomped like a Broadway play | |
| AK melee make ya obey, okay? | |
| Feel my pain | |
| Going insane, I' m ashamed | |
| Cause I ain' t got sh t but an EBT card | |
| From a fiend that owe me and it' s in her daughter name | |
| How the f ck is they ' posed to eat? | |
| How the f ck am I ' posed to eat? | |
| Got a nigga in the streets, no health care | |
| Tryna slang weed just to put shoes on his feet | |
| So f ck you, you don' t give a f ck about me | |
| Can' t get a job if they drug test me | |
| Got a nigga stressed depressed | |
| Got a feeling in his chest and the world' s stripped of happiness | |
| I ain' t got no gavel | |
| I ain' t tryna fight nobody battle | |
| I just wanna be free | |
| I ain' t finna be nobody' s shadow |