Myself over a Madlib instrumental. Props to Vocab for the scratches.
mc slade
slade
taktishuns
Story behind the song
An abstract approach to the useless violence that goes on in everyday life... and its cure, meaningful music.
Lyrics
Abstractizm -
I change the weather with the way I spit debt...
don't know when I'm set to pay,
so I make rain checks...
whether down the drain with runoff stress,
or a sewer mess, i digress...
into a corrupt Simian,
bringin oblivion to emcees only in it for the ends...
wanna test me, bring ya testes
slice your urethra,
with a scythe like the grim reaper...
say hello to death, "Hi please to meet ya"...
on your last breath,
unless you can cut back on anesthesia...
seize up, your whole structure cuz you a skeezer...
bio-disruptor, sideways like Tower of Piza...
or Chow-Yun in Corrupter,
and thats chow mein to regain mood for tummy stuffers...
or Fuddruckers, to beef bringin mothafuckers...
they pullin gats, and we run for cover...
I'm tired of my brothas killin one another...
it brings pain, inspect the game,
like Dectecive Carruthers,
and I change it with a face lift...
erase cosmetics, and now you're on that brain tip...
pain shifts to your sensatory eardrum...
glorified story how my rhymes are fearsome...
I pierce one, aorta of emcees who get caught up,
in the money, Line up for Slaughter...
like Sergeant, I salute underground troops...
in no particular order, cuz we proof...
this artform wont dissipate,
as we transform the fate of life forms...
like Sodom and Gomorrah...