Stop Biting - Abstract Rude and Tribe Unique





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 frictional vestax


And techniques, making my money with less tax


And prestige, as long as I'm cracking my kraft cheese


Calling the cops and I have to leave


I'm either very smart, or incredibly stupid


Ahead of my time, I'm locked in a room with a view of the walls


Iron clap, my rhyme is a firing squad


Watching them fall and grabbing my bowling balls


Holding them all acountable with the mountain of evidence


You're under the table dead presidents


Wouldn't let you walk from the case with a hung jury


A lifetime ban from the mic if you come near me


The upright in odacity and gull


If you feel certain, you'll never get past the steel curtain






Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing


Or we'll be like fighting.... Mike Tyson


Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing


You ain't saying nothing, I keep head butting... Mike Tyson


[Mike Tyson] My style is impeduous


My defence is impregnible


Ima eat your style, eat your style kid


[Abstract Rude] Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing


Clash of the titans... Mike Tyson






Arjures, shoot off arrows like we're gladiator


Even if we get past the piles of knights with armor satire


Hate or die, haters don't you even try


Retreat from your sneak attack leave from us or you won't be back


Or the bishop will chop, will covert diagonals


In a hail of ammo, we'll give you your halo


Stay low in a bunker, resort with the thunder


Or we'll be hotile like german sheppard


And the viking manuever, we're taking Vancouver


To new heights with the viking like, no other producer


With a spiked ball and chain I'm Braveheart, Maximus


With an axe in his hand, slicing up these abstract Pakistans


Never stop, let you not be want again


Me and the Wolverine are the two of the hardest X-Men


Eighteen on the abaracus, hey to you in a happy room


No one comes to the accalade where all the Massmen are made


Clash of the titans in a street for fighting


We meet with the mic and my reach I'm deadly at best


Fuck Elliot Ness I'm a style Al Capone my styles my own


Stop biting... Mike Tyson






Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing


Or we'll be like fighting.... Mike Tyson


Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing


You ain't saying nothing, I keep head butting... Mike Tyson


[Mike Tyson] My style is impeduous


My defence is impregnible


Ima eat your style, eat your style kid


[Abstract Rude] Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing


Clash of the titans... Mike Tyson






Know how to pause you to switch your game plan


While you hearing this you change styles


Can't even tell we're listning to the same man


That we heard when we came out, shang-how


You keep biting off this rhyme writing


Style taking them without liscense, now crowd hypen


I'm navy seal on you foot soldiers


It's kill at will till that shit's over


I'm conceptuable, they just over, 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 i'm moving and shaking, no creature in you bakers


Bled out, 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 till beef settles


It's inticing, scorpion is in rising


All dead wait get shedded, we're downsizing


Independant, definately enterprising


We get offended when you're blating with the senseless biting






Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing


Or we'll be like fighting.... Mike Tyson


Stop biting while i'm rhyme writing


You ain't saying nothing, I keep head butting... Mike Tyson


[Mike Tyson] Everbody always talk about Mike Tyson


Is biting Holyfield


He bit somebody too man, you know what i'm saying


[Abstract Rude] Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing


Clash of the titans, Ab and Rob the Viking






[Mad Child]


Stop biting, no doubt


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.






[Abstract Rude]


That's right

ALL DAY




I know what you've been doin [all day]
That level you've persuin' [all day]
The rat race, the paper chase [all day]
You felt the weight, you dealt with hate [all day]
I know you feelin' aggression [all day]
Cuz they askin' too many questions [all day]
You been tryin' to make connections [all day]
You've been dyin' to have a session [all day]
Some homies could just kick it [all day]
Roll up and get lifted [all day]
When on the grind, they got the time [all day]
Get behind, I handle mine [all day]
From needle shuckin' and jivin' [all day]
Stayin' hustlin' and strivin' [all day]
Some homies is nine-to-fivin' [all day]
But off this music you'll be vivin' [all day]


[Hook]
Party cause you been workin' [all day]
And money was on ya mind [all day]
I know you been on the grind [all day]
mmmmmm...Hmm....
Can't be wastin' no time [all day]
The radio gone rewind [all day]
When music is on your mind [all day]
All day.........


[Verse 2]
Needed a home cook meal [all day]
I've been chosen to see my girl [all day]
It's the way that she makes me feel [all right]
Sexin' me with skill [all night]
Daydreamin' about you [all day]
Thinkin' of bein' wit you [always]
Then it's back to workin' [all day]
To make a livin' we earnin' [all pay]
Got me wit this as we travel on this journey [all day]
To overcome trouble if it gets in [our way]
It's been a rough I took enough [all day]
And givin' up, let's live it up [all day]
How we do things, daily routines [all day]
It's an abstract rude thing, make ya music [all day]


[Hook] [x2]
Party cause you been workin' [all day]
And money was on ya mind [all day]
I know you been on the grind [all day]
mmmmm...Hmm..
Can't be wastin' no time [all day]
The radio gone rewind [all day]
When music is on ya mind [all day]
All day...

Alessandro Maffioletti


{Alessandro Maffioletti aka alvvino, 1980, is a freelance art director and illustrator based in Berlin. He studied design at the Milan’s Politecnico and at Birmingham Institute of Art and Design, UK. He has worked in Italy and Germany for several agencies and design firms having a wide ranging experience in design and art direction for editorial, visual identity, environmental graphics and web design.


His list of clients includes: Moleskine, Heineken, Gas jeans, Y-3 Yamamoto, La Repubblica, Best Western Conde Nast, Il Sole 24Ore, La7, Beautiful Decay, L’Optimum} http://artistaday.com/?p=16666






Bang Bang - Luckyiam feat. Lana Shea



Let’s get it crackin’, y’all like ready, it’s enormous
Before I make some glory in the boring
I’m informing a new shit, a warning
Time off, imploring
Pouring my opinion on this industry, I’m snore
We gon wake up the late thugs, recording
They Lebron James but I came up on Jordan’s
I’m telling y’all this Youtube, five minute
Playing games, smoke, rain, same thing
Nothing really changed but the character

Bang bang
I heard a couple shots
I be jumpin’ up
I will get up off the block if you’re something soft
Target your face up
Speaking of the same stuff
Stating what The Game’s got
Missin’ (like I know I’m gonna)
Give it some nutrition
It’s the newest new addition
I’m the fewest out on mission
Just the coolest with division
Of the dope shit omlet
In the net, from this
Hear their microphones and they think they in it
(But I know I’m gonna)
Put ‘em in their place
That’s my foot up in their face
Cuz I’m chillin’ a computer
Blood is spillin’, now you’re wasted

Pick up the letter, I consider
Am I better?
Know I’m better, I’m a winner
We invented hell a spitters
I admit it, all their gimmick
Imma kill it till it’s finished
Till it’s over, remember slight
Spread across the kitchen
I ain’t bitchin’, I’m just preachin’ heat
Born up off the fiction seat
Diction make a missin’, it’s sufficient
It’s supposed to be efficient when you choke a beat
Worldwide or locally
Broke a million, climb and get that shine on
Y’all know it’s me
It’s Lucky

Hold the bass
Lick it, tell me how my cum taste
Think I’m getting’ off Young Shay
(And you know I’m flowin’)
Peekin’ on their dumb face
Sleeping giants come awake
With my co-conspirator
You fear it or you just wait
I’m a tough cake, cookie lookie
They mistake me for a rookie
Where they put me sub-rate
But you know I’m comin’ out
I’m comin’ out
I’m comin’ out

Bang bang

Lana Del Rey - Blue Jeans


Blue jeans, White shirt
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
You so fresh to death & sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that day we met in December, oh baby!

I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can you see through the tears?
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will love you till the end of time

Big dreams, gangster
Said you had to leave to start your life over
I was like: "no please, stay here,"
We don't need no money we can make it all work
But he headed out on Sunday, said he'd come home Monday
I stayed up waitin', anticipatin' and pacin' but he was
Chasing paper
"Caught up in the game" that was the last I heard

I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can you see through the tears?
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will love you till the end of time

You went out every night
And baby that's alright
I told you that no matter what you did I'd be by your side
Cause Ima ride or die
Whether you fail or fly
Well shit, at least you tried.
But when you walked out that door, a piece of me died
I told you I wanted more-but that not what I had in mind
I just want it like before
We were dancin' all night
Then they took you away- stole you out of my life
You just need to remember...

I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can you see through the tears?
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will love you till the end of time

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