Abstract (feat. Pudgegawd, Maliik, Young Renegade & Masta Inferno)

Coming off the head ain't no rehearsing You can't f*ck with them abstract verses What up? What up Saint? Yo, Renegade The golden era now, the renaissance I made this beat back in 22, back before I had any inner peace or an interview Growing up, they treated me like the lead on A typical Now I'm running circles around they ass, it's elliptical Pass your ma the receipt on how the love came reciprocal Can't fucking believe my ass was thinking about quitting before it Took one college semester just to figure that it wasn't for me Found anything not musical don't strike chords for surely Smokin endo just to bond with my mentors. Ain't nobody ever told me I belong before That moment crossed some shit off my list that I can't even lie I was longing for Help me let most of my insecurities go. Young participants don't stop when they take the trophies home Spaced out cowboys ain't doing no do-si-do Courtesy of the sun shakers plus the philosophers stoned What up? What up Futurist futuristic futurist lyricist Yeah, said f*ck reality checks I live in abstract Abstain from people who obstruct, I'm absent Slurring all my words like I'm cursed with a shot of absinthe I'm adding back my accent Trip dawg but I still listen to Abs tracks Like snipers y'all ain't close and that's not even by a long shot When it comes to packed lyrics, something that they don't got I'mma be here spinning forever like a DJ stuck in an era (era) Break apart my kush so I can bring it together Say less, I'll keep my two cents I'll be saving it for a rainy day I'm on cloud 99, they be taking the safest way This ain't basketball, I can't take my shot and then fade away Cuz me leaving the underground is a grave mistake So what you say? Is you all in or stalling Cause ain't no dividing or separating from me and divine calling This is art, the pen or the sword, which one are you drawing? The studio I'm locked in, and sounding like a Mac 10 It's Malik. You already know what time it is I'm trying to stack this bread. I'm tired of distractions Don't tell me about the gossip, I don't care about what happened Trust me information is not where I'm lacking You putting on a show, now my niggas standing clapping Standing ovation, I won't do anything to damage my reputation Cause I'm good in your hood, my hood and all of the places That won't be changing the dollars we chasing Ain't as important as the dollars we saving F*ck it man, I'm trying to fly to the Caymans While y'all look at your new song, like you discover fire like cavemen Don't you feel the walls caving in Big stepper Malik, he just came in And he came to make a motherfucking statement I'm a God past the criticism, don't hear your hate man Usher in a new wave, you thought it was apostle I said my grace fam Church It's renegade Uh abstract minded Masterpiece from the grind up way I design it Diamonds out of pebbles in a way that refine it Everyday I'm guided by my inner spark with it I summon a storm that strikes down the wicked I've scribed and revised the elder scrolls With the power that would make the dragons fold You wanna know, current host of will of fire Which embodies pushing through pain for true desire No pupil, those who claim are all liars Strike, fright, genes ignite In the middle of night That's right don't speak on my name These lames spin my tracks so you know I'm with the facts Let the kettle drip off the needle So you know that it's ready on wax Nigga, uh On the flow man, it's hip-hop shit It's a preservation Cause when i cook it when I'm on the flow They don't even know, that's how i spit it so phenomenal Dotted rows, domino Now I really gotta go! Now I really feel like Mario Don't need a mushroom to know I really gotta Grow I gotta show, a lotta flow Now I really be spittin on the audio! You ain't really move like a vato Improper! You know they vamonos Everytime I really gon' spit it That's when I really Talk to your Ghost! After your corpse has risen Everytime I really spit it Y'all ready know, i'm on point It's just the Torches Vision Yeah, Pass Da Torch The Massive Force The Fans Endorse! Now, they watchin' the highlights I write, back and forth On the Actual Live Screen Like Classic Sports Rewind! Now we really spit it man We Rise, to the o-cassion [occasion] The Flow Blazin' -- We Do It! On the Microphone, that's how i Rock Like Fifty, 50, 50 Sense/Cents I really make the, uh Sum Up! To a Young Buck Because in the bank account Yeah, I get the G's in a Unit Yeah! Im talkin' more than 50 G's Everytime I spit it man Lit up like a Christmas tree Now I do it officially Now, i'm really flippin me Carvin' my mark man Kinda like couples In a tree bark Initially! Now i really be spittin G Flippin' me Now I really rock it With the Big Pun delivery enters Me Rappers are you kidding me? Ripping you in Calligraphy Dead in the middle of little Italy Literally Splittin' Thee How I'm really gon' rock When I'm spittin G I'm Inferno Burn the mic to the fifth Degree Literally we rip the scheme