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!