(feat. Tribe Unique) 



I catch little sleep at night, wake up the next and keep it moving 

Context, don't take me out, this raw fusion 

Is climaxed, high frictional vestax 

And techniques, making my money with less tax 

And prestige, as long as I'm cracking my kraft cheese 

Calling the cops and I have to leave 

I'm either very smart, or incredibly stupid 

Ahead of my time, I'm locked in a room with a view of the walls 

Iron clap, my rhyme is a firing squad 

Watching them fall and grabbing my bowling balls 

Holding them all acountable with the mountain of evidence 

You're under the table dead presidents 

Wouldn't let you walk from the case with a hung jury 

A lifetime ban from the mic if you come near me 

The upright in odacity and gull 

If you feel certain, you'll never get past the steel curtain 



Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing 

Or we'll be like fighting.... Mike Tyson 

Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing 

You ain't saying nothing, I keep head butting... Mike Tyson 

[Mike Tyson] My style is impeduous 

My defence is impregnible 

Ima eat your style, eat your style kid 

[Abstract Rude] Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing 

Clash of the titans... Mike Tyson 



Arjures, shoot off arrows like we're gladiator 

Even if we get past the piles of knights with armor satire 

Hate or die, haters don't you even try 

Retreat from your sneak attack leave from us or you won't be back 

Or the bishop will chop, will covert diagonals 

In a hail of ammo, we'll give you your halo 

Stay low in a bunker, resort with the thunder 

Or we'll be hotile like german sheppard 

And the viking manuever, we're taking Vancouver 

To new heights with the viking like, no other producer 

With a spiked ball and chain I'm Braveheart, Maximus 

With an axe in his hand, slicing up these abstract Pakistans 

Never stop, let you not be want again 

Me and the Wolverine are the two of the hardest X-Men 

Eighteen on the abaracus, hey to you in a happy room 

No one comes to the accalade where all the Massmen are made 

Clash of the titans in a street for fighting 

We meet with the mic and my reach I'm deadly at best 

Fuck Elliot Ness I'm a style Al Capone my styles my own 

Stop biting... Mike Tyson 



Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing 

Or we'll be like fighting.... Mike Tyson 

Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing 

You ain't saying nothing, I keep head butting... Mike Tyson 

[Mike Tyson] My style is impeduous 

My defence is impregnible 

Ima eat your style, eat your style kid 

[Abstract Rude] Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing 

Clash of the titans... Mike Tyson 



Know how to pause you to switch your game plan 

While you hearing this you change styles 

Can't even tell we're listning to the same man 

That we heard when we came out, shang-how 

You keep biting off this rhyme writing 

Style taking them without liscense, now crowd hypen 

I'm navy seal on you foot soldiers 

It's kill at will till that shit's over 

I'm conceptuable, they just over, incomplete if it's lackluster 

They bite like a frustrated boxer 

I'm coming down like a paratrooper, hard on ya 

If you're not i'm moving and shaking, no creature in you bakers 

Bled out, too fragile for Shaq and the Lakers 

Abstract's the major, minor, eighty-eight keys solo 

With frequency, modulation and foot pedals 

All out battle till beef settles 

It's inticing, scorpion is in rising 

All dead wait get shedded, we're downsizing 

Independant, definately enterprising 

We get offended when you're blating with the senseless biting 



Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing 

Or we'll be like fighting.... Mike Tyson 

Stop biting while i'm rhyme writing 

You ain't saying nothing, I keep head butting... Mike Tyson 

[Mike Tyson] Everbody always talk about Mike Tyson 

Is biting Holyfield 

He bit somebody too man, you know what i'm saying 

[Abstract Rude] Stop biting while I'm rhyme writing 

Clash of the titans, Ab and Rob the Viking 



[Mad Child] 

Stop biting, no doubt 

Yo Ab, I'm glad you're getting this off your chest 

cause you and Freestyle Fellowship, Project Blowed 

you guys are true originators of styles 

And it's a compliment when these kids get inspired by what you did 

and continue to do. But it's an insult when they get all gassed up 

and forget where they got these styles from in the first place 

you know? Battle Axe. 



[Abstract Rude] 

That's right