Come Out To Play - Abstract Rude

Mass distortion the amps are screaming

Pandemonium in the B-Boy Kingdom

Destroy and sting 'em venemous sharp tip

Feeling his pen strokes

For women and men folk

Ab’s recording for bastard orphans

All homes is broken life’s in your hands

Don’t let the moment stifle your plans

God bless the homeless no one supports them

Puffin' Alaskan or maybe some Oregon

Feel the wrath of Scorpion to your misfortune

Set the torches, my last one scorched 'em

Now they back for more of this natural order

'Stract is sort of addictive on ya

Strong as a prescription for some pure ganja

Code of Honor and secret holdin'

From the oldest shamen to youngest, quote it in

Warriors, come out to play-ee-ay-ee-ay (Where my warriors at? Where my warriors

at?)

With swords and shields and guns and knives

With pens and pads turntables mics we’re

Warriors, come out to play-ee-ay-ee-ay (Where my warriors at? Where my warriors

at?)

With chains and bats brass knuckles pipes

With rhymes I write that can shed some light on this

Mass confusion the spotlight beaming

Trip like illusions in colliseums

My contribution will fry their braincells

Blaze a tight rhyme now it’s time to raise hell

We come with the bomb and best cuts

And when the show’s over your hair is messed up like

Mass distortion grabbin' the porcelain

Drunk too much gin throw it back up nauseous

Cautious, do not drink too much nightly don’t know

When my last day here might be

Rights of passage, life’s a math test

Add up your successes and losses clashes

With arch-rivals, we tribal

My whole discography’s a Bible

Don’t bite your idols

Won’t play high-post

But when I sleep it’s only one eye closed, niggas