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Abstract Rude - Stop Biting lyrics
I catch little sleep at night, wake up the next and keep it moving Context, don't take me out, this raw fusion Is climaxed, high frictional vestax And techniques, making my money with less tax And prestige, as long as I'm cracking my kraft cheese Calling the cops and I have to leave I'm either very smart, or incredibly stupid Ahead of my time, I'm locked in a room with a view of the walls Iron clap, my rhyme is a firing squad Watching them fall and grabbing my bowling balls Holding them all acountable with the mountain of evidence You're under the table dead presidents Wouldn't let you walk from the case with a hung jury A lifetime ban from the mic if you come near me The upright in odacity and gull If you feel certain, you'll never get past the steel curtain Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing Or we'll be like fighting.... Mike Tyson Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing You ain't saying nothing, I keep head butting... Mike Tyson [Mike Tyson] My style is impeduous My defence is impregnible Ima eat your style, eat your style kid [Abstract Rude] Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing Clash of the titans... Mike Tyson Arjures, shoot off arrows like we're gladiator Even if we get past the piles of knights with armor satire Hate or die, haters don't you even try Retreat from your sneak attack leave from us or you won't be back Or the bishop will chop, will covert diagonals In a hail of ammo, we'll give you your halo Stay low in a bunker, resort with the thunder Or we'll be hotile like german sheppard And the viking manuever, we're taking Vancouver To new heights with the viking like, no other producer With a spiked ball and chain I'm Braveheart, Maximus With an axe in his hand, slicing up these abstract Pakistans Never stop, let you not be want again Me and the Wolverine are the two of the hardest X-Men Eighteen on the abaracus, hey to you in a happy room No one comes to the accalade where all the Massmen are made Clash of the titans in a street for fighting We meet with the mic and my reach I'm deadly at best Fuck Elliot Ness I'm a style Al Capone my styles my own Stop biting... Mike Tyson Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing Or we'll be like fighting.... Mike Tyson Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing You ain't saying nothing, I keep head butting... Mike Tyson [Mike Tyson] My style is impeduous My defence is impregnible Ima eat your style, eat your style kid [Abstract Rude] Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing Clash of the titans... Mike Tyson Know how to pause you to switch your game plan While you hearing this you change styles Can't even tell we're listning to the same man That we heard when we came out, shang-how You keep biting off this rhyme writing Style taking them without liscense, now crowd hypen I'm navy seal on you foot soldiers It's kill at will till that shit's over I'm conceptuable, they just over, incomplete if it's lackluster They bite like a frustrated boxer I'm coming down like a paratrooper, hard on ya If you're not i'm moving and shaking, no creature in you bakers Bled out, too fragile for Shaq and the Lakers Abstract's the major, minor, eighty-eight keys solo With frequency, modulation and foot pedals All out battle till beef settles It's inticing, scorpion is in rising All dead wait get shedded, we're downsizing Independant, definately enterprising We get offended when you're blatingwith the senseless biting Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing Or we'll be like fighting.... Mike Tyson Stop biting while i'm rhyme writing You ain't saying nothing, I keep head butting... Mike Tyson [Mike Tyson] Everbody always talk about Mike Tyson Is biting Holyfield He bit somebody too man, you know what i'm saying [Abstract Rude] Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing Clash of the titans, Ab and Rob the Viking [Mad Child] Stop biting, no doubt Yo Ab, I'm glad you're getting this off your chest cause you and Freestyle Fellowship, Project Blowed you guys are true originators of styles And it's a compliment when these kids get inspired by what you did and continue to do. But it's an insult when they get all gassed up and forget where they got these styles from in the first place you know? Battle Axe. [Abstract Rude] That's right |
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