Stop Biting Lyrics
| Song | Stop Biting |
| Artist | Abstract Rude |
| Album | P.A.I.N.T. |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hooper, Pointer | |
| (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 |
| zuo qu : Hooper, Pointer | |
| 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 XMen | |
| 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, shanghow | |
| 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, eightyeight 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Hooper, Pointer | |
| 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 XMen | |
| 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, shanghow | |
| 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, eightyeight 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 |
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