เนื้อเพลง Now You Know - Ab-Soul

Try to relax, try to relax
I know you're anxious, baby
I know you're anxious, for me
But you just gotta try to relax, try to relax
I wrote the majority of this rap on a bean bag under the JMZ train tracks, the Bro P on the motherf*cking boards, homeboy
(If you don't know, now ya know n*gga)

Went from Del's liquor to Deli's in the Bronx n*gga
I'm just a youngin from Del Amo
With a belt by Ferragamo doin' what I want to
You know what I'm up to
I hit the Bodega for the backwoods
Pack of dutchies if you lucky n*gga
Cups with the ice just doing just doing what I want to
You know what I'm up to, You know what I'm up to
(Git up, git out and git something)
You know what I'm up to, You know what I'm up to
(Git up, git out and git something)
Aye, you know what I'm up to

I swear to God I wish I wrote this f*cking verse on Mother's Day
That ain't got sh*t to do with this or does it? F*ck it, Anyway
I've been miseducated, mislead, misinterpretated, misunderstood, mistaken, misjudged
That's why I'm a misfit, up to mischief
On a mission, in a missionary
Hittin missionaries (missionaries)
That was all mises, terms with 'mis' prefixes to be specific
All you feminists should be on my d*ck for this sh*t (word)
But listen close, this where sh*t get tricky
What all these words have in common is that they're all iffy
Hence misogyny, obviously
I'd switch the 'y' in 'mystery' with 'i' if I could (I would)
If you was Huey you would know it n*gga
But you're not so I guess y'all good
So one time for the women, two times for the ladies, three times for the b*tches
Don't forget about the b*tches
Adam's rib ain't adding up, this story must be more extensive (YMF n*gga)
Meiosis, mitosis and some mo' sh*t
Noah had motion in the ocean before his boat did
And you know why, I love my mama so much
And I can't watch my lil sister grow up, so I

Went from Del's liquor to Deli's in the Bronx n*gga
I'm just a youngin from Del Amo
With a belt by Ferragamo doing what I want to
You know what I'm up to
I hit the Bodega for the backwoods
Pack of dutchies if you lucky n*gga (cross your fingers)
Cups with the ice just doing what I want to
You know what I'm up to, You know what I'm up to
You know what I'm up to, You know what I'm up to
Yeah baby, you know what I'm up to
You know what I'm up to, You know what I'm up to
You know what I'm up to, You know what I'm up to
You know what I'm up to, You know what I'm up to
You know what I'm up to
Baby, you know what I'm up to

I, Soulo, still a member in good standing of the he-man woman haters club.
Do solemnly swear to be a he-man and hate women and not play with them or talk to them unless I have to,
and especially, never fall in love, and if I do may I die slowfully and painfully and suffer for hours, or until I scream bloody murder