[Intro]
Check it out, Boo
Check it out, Boo, check it out, check me out
Yo, this is for my man the Sandman, and the Dirtman
Yo we do the best we can
Yo, this is for my man the Sandman, and the Dirtman
Yo we do the best we can
[Verse]
I be the all-eye-seein', MCin'
Human bein', soon to be in a museum
When I'm in your coliseum, I'm MCin'
Punishin' wack niggas for disagreein'
Did you see him?
No, 'cause he move like the wind in flight
Counter-attack like a Jedi Knight
If you're goin' to think about combattin'
General Patton of this MC shit you dick
You just a private in the lower class
I'll be the upper echelon, Don Juan when the lights on
Chief abstraction, Ace Quasimoto
Fuckin' with me, you'll be finished like photo
I'm sure to bust your joints like Bolo
Black Nation needs a team, fuck solo
I can see it in your eyes, the redness
When your ass starts to cry, it's webness
You can witness the style that I kick from the linguistics
But please come specific
Dealin' with the Tribe, but you never can
The Abstract constantly, he gets his men
When you wake up in the mornin', pull the boogers out your eyes
Look inside your mirror then you have to realize
The Abstract's whole figure not know surprise
From a law given and you know I'm constantly givin'
'Cause it has been written
That a man like me will constantly MC
And bring it to your whole Terrordome the throne as I sit on it
Yo you got to listen and you put a foot upon it
But you can't even condense the type of shit that I'm doin'
'Cause my shit be like tense
Just like tension in the city between white and black
But the shit is not [?]
Yo we got to just lesson these hoes
Listen to the way I get down and kick scrolls
Peace out to the Brooklyn and the Bronx
That's the boogie and we got to do it like this, woogie woogie
Yo I make enough words to sound well absurd
But you know I never be the herb
'Cause I got mothafuckin' 8 years in this
And everybody in the room could bare witness
That The Abstract got to keep it goin' on
Rock to the beat and till dawn but check it
Peace out to my man [?]
Peace to my man LL in LA
Peace to my nigga named Chris [?]
You got to get this papers, get this shit quickly
Yo, the Sandman doin' his thing from the LES
But no you know we must confess that yo
Territory really don't man jack
It's where you from not where you at
Or better yet, where you at, not where you from
As I verbalize and I make sense on the drum
Yo 'cause I'm 26 years young
And I hope to be a 100 before I'm done
It's like that [?], it's like that [?]
Smoother than a cat on TV named [?]
And you know I'm comin' through, smoke Cuban in Savannah
And I make it happen like that [?]
Like that yo, Abstract signin' out for '96 and whatever
On a positive endeavor, always so clever
And I'm out...
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