[Part I]

[Intro: Ab-Soul]
Ain't no sittin' down in here, my n***a
Yeah, hahahahah
Yeah, keep sayin', oh, I think n***as is laughin' at me
That's right, make that spooky shit
Yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo, look-look

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
I ride slow, these rhythms of visions of me livin' colossal
Ahead of my time, in time you'll find that I'm a fossil
Know not what I do, Lord, do you have mercy on my soul?
Far as I know, I'm a poet or an apostle
Smoking my 'dro, smell the aroma on my clothes
Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth, oh, I know
You made a few bucks, now you feel buck, your chains gold
My shades all black, I can do this with a blindfold
This ain't rap, this is find a mine in your mind blow
Your brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae-Bo
But I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat
Life's sweet, but way down the line, you're just a snack

[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt & Ab-Soul]
It gets cold on the road to the riches (Yeah, I ride slow)
The cars and the clothes is expensive (Yo, I ride slow)
These hoes with they nose in my business (Yeah, I ride slow)
N***a (Yo, I ride slow)
These rhythms of visions of me living colossal
Ahead of my time, in time you'll find that I'm a fossil
Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo
Yo-yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo (Insane in the membrane)
[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
I ride slow, live fast, small time to big cash
Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school
Had to learn though, the harder way, pushin' pennies
But, see, a three's a sixteen in my sport, figgadeal me?
I'm filthy, I know it's greedy out here, I told you that
But I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff, relax
And try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mother's back
On the surface I will certainly scratch
See Mac, he made this from scratch
Imagine what we could do with the flick of a wrist
You're puppets anyway, let's say I'm playin' ventriloquist
Go this-a-way, go that-a-way, I'm scatter brain with this shit
What's that, a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against
Me shall pass, remember that? I'm biblical with this shit
The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip
Oh! (Blow) The camera's gone, so bring the acid tabs along
And let's all gather 'round and sing my fuckin' song
Yo, I ride slow

[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt, Ab-Soul & Danny Brown]
It gets cold on the road to the riches (Yeah, I ride slow)
The cars and the clothes is expensive (Yo, I ride slow)
These hoes with they nose in my business (Yeah, I ride slow)
N***a (Yo, I ride slow)
These rhythms of visions of me livin' colossal
Ahead of my time, in time you'll find that I'm a fossil
Yo (Insane in the membrane; Check)
[Verse 3: Danny Brown & Ab-Soul]
I ride slow, sparkin' like exhaust, smite a pyro
A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'
You nacho, mean a n***a put cheese on you
Pullin' up, no headlights, but there's red beams on you
Apostle, smokin' on this dope, my brain colossal (Smoke)
Helps out the flow to do tricks like a brothel (Stunt)
Roll the lace with angel dust from pages of the Bible (Stunt)
Survival tactics, target practice if you lackin', it get drastic
Caskets if you n***as talkin' ass-backwards (Black!)
Up shit's creek with a tissue paddle
OG Kush make a n***a chest rattle (Smoke)
Call your number like you just won the raffle (Uh)
N***a, you Snapple sweet, come after me, it's casualty (Blow!)
Turn you into vegetables as if I dropped the celery (Blow!)
The reality is all you n***as fictions (Bitch)
Smack you with the hand of Satan 'cause you need good sanitation (Ill)
Any n***a hatin', we gon' turn them to a raisin (Blow!)
One n***a, .30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits
(Doot-doot-doot-doot!)
And I ain't sayin' shit
'Cause I'm comin' from Detroit where I'm comin' up short
Them n***as ridin' slow, AK-in' up your porch
I ride slow
(Insane in the membrane)
[Part II]

[Interlude: DoeBurger & Ab-Soul]
I-I-I ride, I ride, I-I, ride
N***as talkin' about all this lean shit
I ride slow
N***a, I been sippin' this shit since, been sippin' this shit
I ride slow
Silly out here, n***as wanna tell me about two cups
N***a, I gave this n***a Soul his first two cups, n***a
I gave cuz his first cup of lean, what you n***as talkin' 'bout?
I ride slow
Cuz older than me, that's what I be talkin' about see? Fuck it

[Bridge: Ab-Soul]
I ride slow, these rhythms of visions of me livin' colossal
Ahead of my time, in time you'll find that I'm a fossil
Alright, here right? Soulo
La, la-la-la, la la (I ride slow)
Do you wanna ride or die? (I ride slow)
What do we have here now? Run quick, see
Come with me (Inhale Mary) (Y)
Come with me (Exhale Mary) (M)
Come with me (Inhale Mary) (F)
Come with me, la, la-la-la, la la la la
Already, I ride slow

[Verse 4: Ab-Soul]
I heard they stopped making Actavis
(You know when I heard that?) While I was sippin' Actavis
Fast life, slow motion in my double cup
The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up
I must be Captain Phillips, these n***as don't speak my language
Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms
That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son
I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where there ain't no sun
Deadline snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal, I'm just fly
My rhymes Ciroc and Ayahuasca, would you like a sip?
Enlightenment from a low life that's more than likely high
What I do with eight zips, n***a? You don't know the half
All these lines add up like a motherfuckin' graph
Rap as if I had two left feet, tryna walk a righteous path
So here's a question that I ask
What's a negative with no plus? A Benz with no bus?
A curse with no gift? Who's God with no us?

[Verse 5: Delusional Thomas]
Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow
Put my dick in witches from "The Crucible"
I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shakin', Parkinson's Disease on
Pardon me, I sneezed, blessin' conscious as it speaks freely
Death is cold, homie, breathe easy, loaded gun in front of me
Shoot the soul right out of Soul, yeah, you my homie
You do my murder and—

[Interlude: Ab-Soul & Delusional Thomas]
Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay (Fuck off!)
Relax, relax my n***a (Man!)
Calm down, my mom listens to this shit, bruh (I ride slow)
You need to stop sniffin' that goddamn bleach too, is what you need to do

[Verse 6: Delusional Thomas & Ab-Soul]
Well how dare a man talk about the potency of my pack?
I snort dope that's mixed with crystal meth and gastric bypass
Satan's blood in my flask, nobody as high as
And these days the iPad
Will tell you that your life will be no longer than an eyelash
Let it float away (I ride slow), it's good luck

[Outro: Delusional Thomas]
Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop!
Fuck yeah!
Yo, Doeburger, man