Abstract ft. Pudgegawd, Maliik, Young Renegade & Masta Inferno Lyrics

Coming off the head

ain't no rehearsing

You can't fuck with them abstract verses

What up? What up Saint? Yo, Renegade

The golden era now, the renaissance

I made this beat back in 22, back before I had any inner peace or an interview

Growing up, they treated me like the lead on A typical

Now I'm running circles around they ass, it's elliptical

Pass your ma the receipt on how the love came reciprocal

Can't fucking believe my ass was thinking about quitting before it

Took one college semester just to figure that it wasn't for me

Found anything not musical don't strike chords for surely

Smokin endo just to bond with my mentors. Ain't nobody ever told me I belong before

That moment crossed some shit off my list that I can't even lie I was longing for

Help me let most of my insecurities go. Young participants don't stop when they

take the trophies home

Spaced out cowboys ain't doing no do-si-do

Courtesy of the sun shakers plus the philosophers stoned

What up? What up

Futurist futuristic futurist lyricist

Yeah, said fuck reality checks I live in abstract

Abstain from people who obstruct, I'm absent

Slurring all my words like I'm cursed with a shot of absinthe

I'm adding back my accent

Trip dawg but I still listen to Abs tracks

Like snipers y'all ain't close and that's not even by a long shot

When it comes to packed lyrics, something that they don't got

I'mma be here spinning forever like a DJ stuck in an era (era)

Break apart my kush so I can bring it together

Say less, I'll keep my two cents

I'll be saving it for a rainy day

I'm on cloud 99, they be taking the safest way

This ain't basketball, I can't take my shot and then fade away

Cuz me leaving the underground is a grave mistake

So what you say? Is you all in or stalling

Cause ain't no dividing or separating from me and divine calling

This is art, the pen or the sword, which one are you drawing?

The studio I'm locked in, and sounding like a Mac 10

It's Malik. You already know what time it is

I'm trying to stack this bread. I'm tired of distractions

Don't tell me about the gossip, I don't care about what happened

Trust me information is not where I'm lacking

You putting on a show, now my niggas standing clapping

Standing ovation, I won't do anything to damage my reputation

Cause I'm good in your hood, my hood and all of the places

That won't be changing the dollars we chasing

Ain't as important as the dollars we saving

Fuck it man, I'm trying to fly to the Caymans

While y'all look at your new song, like you discover fire like cavemen

Don't you feel the walls caving in

Big stepper Malik, he just came in

And he came to make a motherfucking statement

I'm a God past the criticism, don't hear your hate man

Usher in a new wave, you thought it was apostle

I said my grace fam

Church

It's renegade

Uh abstract minded

Masterpiece from the grind up way I design it

Diamonds out of pebbles in a way that refine it

Everyday I'm guided by my inner spark with it

I summon a storm that strikes down the wicked

I've scribed and revised the elder scrolls

With the power that would make the dragons fold

You wanna know, current host of will of fire

Which embodies pushing through pain for true desire

No pupil, those who claim are all liars

Strike, fright, genes ignite

In the middle of night

That's right don't speak on my name

These lames spin my tracks so you know I'm with the facts

Let the kettle drip off the needle

So you know that it's ready on wax

Nigga, uh

On the flow man, it's hip-hop shit

It's a preservation

Cause when i cook it when I'm on the flow

They don't even know, that's how i spit it so phenomenal

Dotted rows, domino

Now I really gotta go!

Now I really feel like Mario

Don't need a mushroom to know

I really gotta Grow

I gotta show, a lotta flow

Now I really be spittin on the audio!

You ain't really move like a vato

Improper! You know they vamonos

Everytime I really gon' spit it

That's when I really Talk to your Ghost!

After your corpse has risen

Everytime I really spit it

Y'all ready know, i'm on point

It's just the Torches Vision

Yeah, Pass Da Torch

The Massive Force

The Fans Endorse!

Now, they watchin' the highlights

I write, back and forth

On the Actual Live Screen

Like Classic Sports

Rewind! Now we really spit it man

We Rise, to the o-cassion [occasion]

The Flow Blazin' -- We Do It!

On the Microphone, that's how i Rock

Like Fifty, 50, 50 Sense/Cents

I really make the, uh Sum Up!

To a Young Buck

Because in the bank account

Yeah, I get the G's in a Unit

Yeah! Im talkin' more than 50 G's

Everytime I spit it man

Lit up like a Christmas tree

Now I do it officially

Now, i'm really flippin me

Carvin' my mark man

Kinda like couples In a tree bark

Initially!

Now i really be spittin G

Flippin' me

Now I really rock it

With the Big Pun delivery enters Me

Rappers are you kidding me?

Ripping you in Calligraphy

Dead in the middle of little Italy

Literally

Splittin' Thee

How I'm really gon' rock

When I'm spittin G

I'm Inferno

Burn the mic to the fifth Degree

Literally we rip the scheme