Abstract Rude - A.B. Baracus lyrics

[Intro: Abstract Rude sounding like B.A. Baracus] What fool? Shut up fool [Hook: Aceyalone (Abstract Rude)] A.B. Baracus (I pity the fool who don't bump this) I pity the fool! (How many of yout are gonna want this?) We off the ringer (It's in the air it smells so pungent) We got the booya (Huddle up in a van to come smoke with) The A-Team! (I pity the fool who don't bump this) I pity the fool! (If you're feeling my crew then pump yo' fist) Pump your fist up! (I'm Abstract with my accomplice) Ace One! (Huddle up in a van and come roll with) The A-Team! [Verse One: Abstract Rude] A certified family affair of fooling around freely Phase two of the alpha style freed and Free Willy We're G's really God/Gangsta/Griot we are Covert on a co-op from a Mohawk to dreadlocks Your simpleton threats have no effects on me and Templeton Peck We blow you back before we finish the set I ain't scared I ain't scared Just because you run your mouth We ain't running off just because your guns is out (What fool!) When in doubt I don't punk out I bug out like Murdock And it don't take Sherlock Elementary dear Watson It's not rocket science, mic rocking Every land we go, I ain't getting on crop dusting plane Hannibal Rap commando Hand in hand, no "I" in "team" These other rappers tell you lies, sell you dreams [Hook] [Verse Two: Aceyalone] A.B. Baracus He's cooler than a cactus Don't even have to practice and he still got special tactics They try to track us down and jack us but the fact is We mack this so well It's attractive, magnetic Miraculous, kinetic Energetic Poetic Always ready to set it and don't you ever forget it sh** yeah The proof is in the pudding But just don't be putting yo' fingers all in pudding when you know you shouldn't Tapioca This is poker with no jokers Don't make my folk us, have to put you in a choker I got the nerve gas And I'ma serve that a** When I swerve past I'll give you the bird bath I can't be dealt with when I'm on this felt tip I've walk the world and make sure that it's felt...sh** My sensory perceptions...ha I like to walk the sky, look 'em in the eye, give it my best try Uh [Hook] [Verse Three: Abstract Rude] [?] Of all these little wannabe Abbies Better call all cars when the balls in our court we don't down the fort [Aceyalone] No sir I fathered that there youngin I daddy'd that child style and brung in that's so heavily among 'em [Abstract Rude] [?] the captain Kirk of work and Spock of logic Dr. McCoy for B-boys who gotta get a fix I'm Scottie on the controls Beam you up, not through the nose Always want to f** Uhura We'll fade anyone in Turok [Aceyalone] We overload At the Project Blowed establishment And when it's overthrown in the back field, I'm grabbing it We got the oatmeal sticking to ya bone flow Behind the smoke shield is Aceyalone yo [Abstract Rude] Style, through, 2000 and beyond It takes so long to amount to be more than a pond In the game of king and queen Many in between If you're shamed you must redeem Hire the team [Aceyalone] A-Team Errr errr Super supreme Tight at the seams always letting off some steam A.B. Baracus One of the cats I run with We keep it moving until it's all said and done with [Hook]