ABSTRACT SALAD
Music by Dylan Titus
Words by Dylan Titus, Erik Gharaee,Omar Hamilton
[Dylan Titus] Things could be a lot worse
Far from the dream, finding a way that works
This could be my work
But can't tell dream from awake And my eyes blur
Bring in the choir
I won't expire 'til I acquire all my desires
When I'm wiser
I'll find my niche and I'll mesmerize her
This is the abstract
Welcome to my distraction
In between actions
The path I run my pa**ion on
The track I love rappin on, tackin on
Other rappers to practice the track I master on
This is the most savage, meaner than average, leaning to lavish, see what I'm packing
Checking to drop all of my baggage and hold your attention captive
Construct a collection of compositions until the reaction is ma**ive
Opposite of hyperactive, I keep it pa**ive making cla**ics
Stay behind a mask and capture graphic blasts and make masterpiece beats to pa** on
Now interact with other rappers I collab with and I'll come back out with that mask on
[Edibles] Stay back, you're whack
Saints back, third track
Here's a shot, chase that Here's a blunt, face that
Nothin to brag about
Still got a dragon's mouth
Spit fire everytime the mic is pa**ed around
I would never back down from my own battle, Swing a bat
BOW! Now your bones shattered
Acrobatics how I get it cause flippins an epidemic
No vaccine or antiseptic could save me, but I accept it
On the East coast we know about bomb a** chronic
We could never stop Need coins like Sonic
Employ my phonics I destroy all opponents
Eddy always know how to seize the moment
Got my work cut out for me
The whole world doubtin me
Two record labels from the ground up, that's alchemy
GunGun Entertainment, Fungal Records in the lab with Titus Compositions
And we makin FLAVORS nutritious
[I.b.daSoul] Doesn't even bout which part you're from
Inna dem a streets ya man travel with the jam
And won't think twice to empty the old six-spence
You irie or not? [5x]
Oh, believe me cyant trust no one
If me fi draw blood cut off me right hand
Never put poison where you put your cook pan
Dem a man a teef contempt where dey look pon
Dog rotten
[Dylan Titus] Let us take it back to the time of abstract with my rhymes
My reaction to some of these rappers is one of slapstick, slapping my thighs
Sure, they make great music to grind to but is that all they
Aspire to? i'll set a fire to those guys feet, watch them cry
As their toes fry, heat sizzling them bone dry, barbeque mesquite
#thatsthedumbestthingidevertweet, with social media bleeding on
Notebook sheets. attempts at getting me seething or stop my breathing
Never catch me conceding, i'll be sneaking to the back streets
The taste of victory: hickory. snicker at me but your time is ticking
You will be forever irrelevant, i'm forever benevolent
My persistance is prevalent, now what do you say we
Get ‘em stomping like elephants?