[Verse 1: Abstract Rude]

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 friction on Vestax and Technics

Making my money with less tax and prestige

Long as I'm clocking my Kraft cheese

Call in the cops and I'd have to leave

I'm either very smart, or incredibly stupid

Ahead of my time, or locked in a room with a view of the walls

Iron clad, my rhyme is a firing squad

Watching them fall and grabbing my bowling balls

Holding them all accountable with a mountain of evidence

You're under the table, dead presidents

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

A lifetime ban from the mic if you come near me

The outright end-all audacity and gall

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

[Chorus: Abstract Rude]

Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin'

Or we'll be like fightin' — Mike Tyson

Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin', you ain't sayin' nothin'

I keep head-buttin' — Mike Tyson

(My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable!

I want to eat your style — eat your style's kid!)

Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin'

Clash of the titans — Mike Tyson

[Verse 2: Abstract Rude]

Archers! Shoot off arrows like in Gladiator

Even if you get past the pawns, knights with armor seal your fate

So skate or die; haters, don't you even try

Retreat from your sneak attack, flee from us and don't be back

Or the bishop will chop on covert diagonals

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

Stay low in a bunker, we're Thor with the thunder

Better be a hot-stepper, we're like German Shepards

In a flanking maneuver, we're taking Vancouver

To new heights with The Viking, like no other producer

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

The axe in his hand, slicing up these abstract Pakistans

Never stop, let you not be warned again

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

A-Team and I'm Abaracus, A.T.U. and I'm Abbey Rude

No one counts the accolades, all of the Mass Men are made

Clash of the titans in the street for fighting

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

Fuck Elliot Ness, I'm a style Al Capone

Got styles of my own – stop bitin'

Mike Tyson

[Chorus: Abstract Rude]

Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin'

Or we'll be like fightin' — Mike Tyson

Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin', you ain't sayin' nothin'

I keep head-buttin' — Mike Tyson

(My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable!

I want to eat your style — eat your style's kid!)

Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin'

Clash of the titans — Mike Tyson

[Verse 3: Abstract Rude]

Know how to cause you to switch your game plan

While you hearing this, you change styles

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

That we heard when he came out

Shame how – you keep biting other's rhyme writing

Style, taking them without license, not crowd hypin'

I'm Navy SEAL on you foot soldiers

It's kill-at-will 'til this shit's over

I'm conceptual, they just vulgar

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 a mover and shaker

No future in you fakers – bladow!

You're 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, 'til beef's settled

It's enticing, Scorpion is in rising

All dead weight get shedded, we're downsizing

Independent, definitely enterprising

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

[Chorus: Abstract Rude]

Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin'

Or we'll be like fightin' — Mike Tyson

Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin', you ain't sayin' nothin'

I keep head-buttin' — Mike Tyson

(Ab always talkin' 'bout Mike Tyson biting somebody

But Holyfield bit somebody too, man! YouknowImsayin'?)

Stop bitin' while I'm rhyme-writin'

Clash of the titans — Ab' and Rob The Viking

[Outro: Madchild, (Abstract Rude)]

Stop bitin', no doubt (Stop bitin'...)

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

(That's right)