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by Abstrakt Alias

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1.
Had to put a line in the sand Tell them that they favorite rapper lying again In love with numbers, indifferent to who inspired the pen The underdog barking but feeling like a lion again All these actors rehearsing, can't remember their lines again When the numbers don't match with reality You get booed off stage at a Camp Flog Gnaw Gallery And you could never get me to snitch even if I was salary Somebody tell that pedophile he needs bullets,* bruises and battery Now I'm not saying I wish he was dead But my plug defended a snitch, bout to ask if he feds Only time I get a ghost writer is for my tomb stone right on the lead Can never give another man cred for what I said You thought he's the goat but really he's a rat instead You can find him sneaking around kindergartens and sheds He's got spitting garbage down to science Begging for my silence gets me much more defiant I be slanging this music looking for different clients Lot of bullshit being sold that I won't be buying I told them fuck Rich Brian and now his fans is crying Bitch you a guest in our house Either you respect it or you out Shoes at the door, no fucking feet up on my couch Falcon kick you out the window if you run your fucking mouth You only fucking with the culture for the clout Only care superficial, dont give a damn for the people it's about Ahmaud Arbery he just got hung in the fucking south But you wanna get some jokes off? I hope you fucking proud Had to tell them that these culture vulture losers aint allowed Oh you want a second chance? What a luxury I wish cops would do that for my niggas in the inner streets When it comes to real issues I never hear you speak But you taking from us and want our company Doing everything we do, you're just a son to me Niggas sons looking like Chuckee, shout out to Pusha T Exposing all of this fucking fraudulent energy Free smoke like I got a blunt ahead of me Hung like a horse and dope like ketamine Tyler had to wear a blond wig and make pop music Jump around on stage just to get them to start grooving The only way to get a Grammy, I better start moving To a different genre, might start doing jazz soonest Too hard for pop, too smooth for rock, too dark for metal Cant say I'm emo, not EDM, guess "lyricist" will have to settle I'm not bitter, I'm better, giving thunderous laughter And I'm not a fucking hater, I just hate wack rappers And shitty people, but that's who they run right after But watch me change the narrative in this next chapter I'm a staffer, a revolutionist and not no capper (bastard)x2
2.
I miss the greats Creatively starved, your bih feeding me grapes Niggas catch a body, got you living in lakes You ain't living that life, better pump your brakes We balling nigga we ain't pumping fakes Blood of my enemies, such a gorgeous taste Express myself in such a morbid way I feel like Cudi every night and day Day and night these hoes is out to play Black men dont cheat so im out to pray My foundation's strong yours made out of clay Get washed away in the next tidal wave Pulled up to the lion's den and I remain unphased I practice my craft like I'm Jimmy Page When the bastard attacks better get out the way But I master the track like Im a rail road slave But they laughing at fact, what happened to that Im the hand to a slap, magazine to a gat Protein to a fat, I'm a dream to a nap Putting Queens on the map, hi heat and a clap My plug is an app, opps need to adapt Kitty on my lap, fits me like a hat 3D to a flat, beating ever stat These thots is some brats, what's a click to a clack They wanna know why I gotta a musk in the Tesla Got the gas but the hybrid is better
3.
Abstrakt Alias: 100% I feel like I'm on top They think that we tied but really we knot Niggas is sheep way down to the socks Got wool got cotton got hemp I got pot Got her hands on me like a fabric shop Rock that g-spot, she don't ask to stop 'Bout to sew in her seams, on that ass like some jeans She giving me head, bouta bust in her dreams I'm a pothead with a bucket of weed Drip so hard you need a bucket of me You ain't from NY if you aint puffing OG How we all so connected but so fucking lonely? Don't place my gems amongst these stones please Got my own wave followed by a strong breeze I'm feeling like Sora man I got the key Telling your girl that she got some strong knees Dgal: Everything lit, they know it's not I'm with your bitch so don't make it hot Gotta move quick, I can't stay in one spot In case the ops get the drop, try to knock off my top Keep the stick on the scene like that shit was a prop Leave that bitch right on scene because I only want top I need help, I'm so mean but I really can't stop I need help to get clean but I really love drop Get what I want Don't brag or boast and I try not to front Do what I want You only live once, you don't get to respawn Niggas talk shit, I don't like to respond I'm with the shits, niggas know what I'm on I am so high, it's up up and beyond Drip like a ocean, you barely a pond Went super sayian and dyed my hair blond She a trick she do magic when she see my wand And the world in my hands, I'm still me itching my palm Always coming in first, I can't settle for bronze Every verse is a verse like we speaking in psalms
4.
Now in high school I wasnt the coolest cat around Didn't care about clout, just me and my crew, then we out Bumping sounds, finding the best smoke spots in town Playing games, get into shenanigans and always clown On Xbox Live I'd gun all these niggas down We'd bake brownies and edibles, go half in on an ounce The type of shit where you could pull up unannounced But as soon as a girl showed interest I would pounce But I was too unrefined and unrenounced That is, until self confidence is what I found They didn't know I was the shit but now they knows Sucked on some Jewish chick's titties after the talent show I was freaking every ethnicity from a to z Had to always kick my roommates out, man they hated me Had a redhead who ass thicker than some oatmeal She was also flat-chested but that wasn't breaking no deals I'd be hip deep, tryna see how them titties feel But she'd move my hands away because she felt pitiful I said your body's a temple I'd worship every minute though Until I make your walls cave in like Jericho Fucked her in her car and in my dorms common room We watched the sunrise and had her howling at the moon She was a lunatic for this dick, she always knew she was coming soon Screaming "Oh God" neighbors wondering who she bout to pray to Had a burnette chick, we'd skip Spanish class for some Netflix That turned to head quick, she'd find any excuse to get naked She'd pull up with that loud and we'd get higher than Saturn And she had a bubble butt, are you starting to see pattern? I'd make the pussy crumble, I'd make the pussy shatter Im just a man of high taste and high caliber Tell her I always deliver like Digiorno Half Asian chick moaning like they do in the pornos Had a real good time back in the day And will I change back to the old me? I probably may But Abstrakt I thought you already had a bae? I do but shhhit she don't listen to my music anyway
5.
In My Room 02:14
The beats block the message The beats block the message I might just go acapella Wanna sign to Rocafella But don't wanna turn into Vic Mensa Turn into wasted potential Not tryna fucking get my shit shelved They say that purgatory worse than hell You hit your peak and then you fell From there you only hope you sell Had to rap over others beats to show that we dont meet Yeah I flow slicker than a sleet that's on the concrete That's beyond steep, She white but dont fuck with no honkies Put on some blonde please, these garden tools shaking they donkies That's beyond me, We buy exclusive, way too beyond lease Wear dat ice up in Buffalo, even if it's beyond freeze Tired of these flakey thots, man they are beyond tease Keep that iron on me, I'm beyond crease, Bounce that ass, stimulate my mind Im beyond pleased Break out the bong please, we on to wax way too beyond trees But that's cap, blunt in my lap 30 thousand streams, double that But soundcloud wasn't paying up Had to go indie like a punk Bout sell vinyl out the trunk Robbing printing presses like what up Niggas is insecure man and it sucks If you can't compare then just catch up
6.
East 02:48
Shit came outta left field, told that bitch that Im left wing But I'm right handed, grab my scepter like a king If he look like a clown, let the jester joke and sing Joker yellow as a canary, a jail bird in the streets A rat with a target on his back, you know that nigga looking sweet "But did you see how many streams?", dont give a fuck these niggas weak Attention seek, We destroy pansies like you in our sleep Could barely hold a bar, they could barely hold a beat Check my podcast, getting HEAD on the RADIO like a CREEP She thick as a jeep, switchblade on me like I'm Peep She think that I'm crazy, switchblade on me like I'm Tracy Drop a classic, have Anthony fans on me like Casey I'm killing DaBaby, my abortions been going up lately He look like an abortion, let's give him a mask for some safety The top of the top ain't nowhere else you can place me So high you in my shady, if I was inferior I would hate me Bitch

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For Promotional Use Only is hyperbolic time chamber music. It is lyrical sparring over industry beats. It is preparation for what comes next.

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released August 8, 2020

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