[Verse 1: Kid Abyss]
Feel the cold wind exit Roman Temple
Hang a poster saying the Rapture won't k** you
That's a myth everybody know that
Pull it off the hip, everybody bag back
Backlash got them n***as yelling Kat Stacks
Talking sh** behind your back but in your face they saying nothin...
Break the silence of exercising the liars who excavate
Terrorizing the paparazzi
That's watching with no indictment
Refusing to tell the world that
We rising onto the top
And we climbing no slipping
Paper Trail yea we winning
RIP to Aaliyah
What's a wanna be k**a
What's the point of a pistol if you a man put ya dukes up
Swag as old as Methuselah
Cheetah print on my sticker
Feel like time flying by
I'm just riding her bumper
Sinners locate vulnerability, Like there's no spirit inside me
Help me bring higher knowledge
Less talk, and more physical violence
Lust is a sin...
Love is within...
New rules of society is count your bless sins... Uh
Though intentions not enough
Yall cringe and be a powerpuff
No disrespect to s**ualities
The casualties so AP and futuristic Like artistic poetry
Paint Mona Lisa no refurbished counterfeits
Of aberration type of pleasure desperate to give it up
[Kid Abyss & 2Pac]
After I nut I hit the highway, see ya later
To all the players watch the fly way a n***a played her
The b**h is tellin' all her homies, that I can f** her
Like no other now them other b**hes wanna bone me
I'm under pressure gettin' drunk, somebody help me
I drink a fifth of Hennesey I don't think it's healthy
I see my enemies they creepin', don't make me blast
I watch the five-oh's roll, the motherf**ers pa**
By me like they know me, smilin' as they laugh
I put up my middle finger then I dash
n***as don't like me cause I'm Thuggin', and everyday
[Kid Abyss]
I'm a hustla looking to get paid
For a lil n***a
Ride bigger
Shot Pac no Biggie
Lmfao I'm returning with my n***a Diggy
Talking so negligent
Optimistic prerequisites
People Judge but fill empathy and w
Wisdom into a soul quenching negativity
Is powerful beyond measure
Can we over come is the one we can't answer
Bands will
Make her dance
On top of the world
Dealing silence to all the playas playing beautiful girls
..Then I swerve
On the next spot
Grid locking prostitutes
Want Line after line after line like a blooper shoot
Dedicate everything in these songs take it to the roots
When history of Hip Hop beef became original
But critical
When sh** goes down you know what n***as do
Running ducking and hiding
More times than Tom and Jerry do
The rules is stand up And say it with your chest
But these n***as bees fake like Lil Kim's chest