It's time to unleash the lobe and make these raps cerebral
Use my brain as a prop for yet another zombie sequel
Oration is my specialty and you know that I speak well
You're solution is under my curve because no one's my equal
I'm the highest like Abe's hat, there's just no topping
Leap-frogging rappers, Lincoln can't stop hopping
Man, let the beat cut; there's just no stopping
Even a rigid fool can't stop his head from bopping
I'm mortars on these trench fools, leave you shell shocked
Not fazed, but I'll stun you like my man Spock
No rolly on my wrist but got a phone so I don't need a clock
My sailing team don't rent, we own our own gang dock
I can always hit the water, even in the middle of a storm
I find the eye and navigate out of that maze like it's corn
I'm at the top with no roomy; solo in the dorm
They walk and I make the ma**es double take like an air horn
My lyrics are deep poetry, not a simple haiku
These bars so fatal that after you're dead I could die too
4 digits on the spreadsheet had a groupie real confused
That's not my bank balance, it's just my IQ
My girl has got three wishes, doesn't know I'm a genie
Don't have a lamp, but you can rub on my weenie
But I dumped her over text, because I'm really a mean-y
Females can't handle me because all they've had is teeny
She wears soft coats only, can't deal with hard wear
Purple velvet royal with the Netherlands hair
William of Orange waging wars because I dare
I'm Aberhart Orange and I'm on that citrus flair
Try to flex on us with your second-rate school
You're about as dope as my post-breakfast stool
Abe's the A team and we pity the stupid fool
That tries to beat us on the court, track, or in the damn pool
The squad behind me and we're going in on SF rookies
We'll leave a worse aftertaste than year-old fortune cookies
Abe's got the best athletes and for sure the best bookies
We bake that chewy dough we out here eating the wookies
This is my house: three floors and thirteen halls
My dogs are barking and I can hear the cats call
Autumn's here, player, and we're rising in the fall
W's lining: so many banners; need a fifth wall
Because it's half past Francis, and it's about Orange Time
People watching this judgement like a really heinous crime
I'm finding the Browns guilty and they're gonna do time
They'll be left feeling in silence like a cheap street mime
If you fancy a challenge, step to Morley Trail
We win every cup, even got the Holy Grail
Jacked like a rabbit, and you're just a snail
We'll drop the orange curtain, come step over our veil
Orange Time now, Abe's taking the town
We've got heavy heads because we're wearing the crown
No competition, not even from the tall Browns
We're all smiles, and we'll leave you with all frowns, boy