Stop Biting

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Abstract Rude] 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 friction on Vestax and Technics Making my money with less tax and prestige Long as I'm clocking my Kraft cheese Call in the cops and I'd have to leave I'm either very smart, or incredibly stupid Ahead of my time, or locked in a room with a view of the walls Iron clad, my rhyme is a firing squad Watching them fall and grabbing my bowling balls Holding them all accountable with a mountain of evidence You're under the table, dead presidents Wouldn't let you walk from the case on a hung jury A lifetime ban from the mic if you come near me The outright end-all audacity and gall If you feel certain, you'll never get past the steel curtain [Chorus: Abstract Rude] Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin' Or we'll be like fightin' — Mike Tyson Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin', you ain't sayin' nothin' I keep head-buttin' — Mike Tyson (My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable! I want to eat your style — eat your style's kid!) Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin' Clash of the titans — Mike Tyson [Verse 2: Abstract Rude] Archers! Shoot off arrows like in Gladiator Even if you get past the pawns, knights with armor seal your fate So skate or die; haters, don't you even try Retreat from your sneak attack, flee from us and don't be back Or the bishop will chop on covert diagonals In a hail of ammo, we'll give you your halo Stay low in a bunker, we're Thor with the thunder Better be a hot-stepper, we're like German Shepards In a flanking maneuver, we're taking Vancouver To new heights with The Viking, like no other producer With a spiked ball and chain, I'm Braveheart, Maximus The axe in his hand, slicing up these abstract Pakistans Never stop, let you not be warned again Me and the Wolverine are the two of the hardest X-Men A-Team and I'm Abaracus, A.T.U. and I'm Abbey Rude No one counts the accolades, all of the Mass Men are made Clash of the titans in the street for fighting We meet with the mic in my reach, I'm deadly at best Fuck Elliot Ness, I'm a style Al Capone Got styles of my own – stop bitin' Mike Tyson [Chorus: Abstract Rude] Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin' Or we'll be like fightin' — Mike Tyson Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin', you ain't sayin' nothin' I keep head-buttin' — Mike Tyson (My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable! I want to eat your style — eat your style's kid!) Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin' Clash of the titans — Mike Tyson [Verse 3: Abstract Rude] Know how to cause you to switch your game plan While you hearing this, you change styles Can't even tell we're listening to the same man That we heard when he came out Shame how – you keep biting other's rhyme writing Style, taking them without license, not crowd hypin' I'm Navy SEAL on you foot soldiers It's kill-at-will 'til this shit's over I'm conceptual, they just vulgar 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 a mover and shaker No future in you fakers – bladow! You're 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, 'til beef's settled It's enticing, Scorpion is in rising All dead weight get shedded, we're downsizing Independent, definitely enterprising We get offended when you're blatant with the senseless biting [Chorus: Abstract Rude] Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin' Or we'll be like fightin' — Mike Tyson Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin', you ain't sayin' nothin' I keep head-buttin' — Mike Tyson (Ab always talkin' 'bout Mike Tyson biting somebody But Holyfield bit somebody too, man! YouknowImsayin'?) Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin' Clash of the titans — Ab' and Rob The Viking [Outro: Madchild, (Abstract Rude)] Stop bitin', no doubt (Stop bitin'...) 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 (That's right)