Hidden Stages

[Intro: Ab-Soul] This how we living man, this how we living Real nigga, fly like that all day Real trenches, real trenches man They say that to get your fingers hot Ay, man [Verse: Ab-Soul & T.F] Bunk shades under moonlight Knock a bitch if the mood right On the blade, I'm the butcher, wish a nigga would Benny my nigga, don't get it misunderstood Bottom bitch was Dominican, moved to the Bronx They said that's where they started Hip-Hop You know I'm all about the roots Ain't an orthodontist but I drilled through the canal to get to the truth You know I had to lie about it Firebird, thunderbird, I had to fly about it To get to the proof, I had to climb a mountain Uh, it ain't no way about it Look, my only way Uh, my only way about it Uh, I had to spray about it Look, I had to pray about it Uh, ain't no way that I ain't solid Man, I should have took my ass to college But that was too basic So I took it to a new degree Twelve hundred for the Limevines out of Shabuya, uh Had the ninety-nine cent white shoe polish For the shelltoes, with the blue fat laces, yeah Now the company's shelled like snail clothes, hehehe Donatello with the stick Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle moving swift Where the heir goes? Splinter is questionable Fuck a hoodrat, we sliding down Melrose I'm with a Aussie bitch, she's from Melbourne Uh, everything player, yeah it's airborne She kinda old, yeah she smell like Liz Claibourne I'm finna blow up like a claymore Grew up on Figg, pimpin' like Rudy Ray Moore Uh, should I say more? What? You niggas sound better on mute Jésus Christ in the flesh Get fish, break bread, put a ticket on Judas' head Give him some Sudafed, it won't do him no use, huh Four footprints in the sand when I walk Sold out crowd in the stands when I talk Heh, grew up in the church, I was baptized They'll still blast for me at the blink of an eye Walk by faith and not by sight I mean really All eyes on me, niggas might as well call me 3Pac No biggie Uh, R.I.P, pull up, 5 Series, no silly Off that Lil Wayne, "No Ceilings" Off that money on your head, I'm in a Bentley Uh, if it's up to me, I'm sipping Rémy Look, yeah, I feel like Tommy Buns in "Belly" Shit got tricky, had to powder coat the Chevy Bathroom, powder my nose, that shit was heavy What? I don't think you niggas ready Intermission, that's breakfast for the pros It's 5:47 in the morning, shout out to Glow Moment of silence, yo Y'all know I was fathered by the bastards Kept honor amongst the bandits, everything skanless Found the pleasure and the pain, in the cut getting band-aids Stay dangerous, this a mandate, killer!