Lyrics:
and threatened
Sick of jobs being dead ends
But if money was no object
I would have my own car
And go anywhere, near or far
And if money was no object
I could own
marked urgent (yoink)
Will you grab it, will you be that person (I am)
I think person is a magic object (indeed)
I say peace to Kamaal the Abstract
All we want in this life
Is peace, prosperity and a little paper
Objects, they seem seem greater
But I'm sure we'll overcome when we illin'
It's always abstract this
And Abstract that
I ain't on what y'all on man this is way beyond rap
Dont want a pat on the back
Or congratulations
is Southside, this is Chi
Abstract Mindstate, it’s God's plan
Repping Chi
Man, I'm fresh off that real job
Still use a Groupon
Inglewood to Calabasas
and stigmatize in order to enjoy.
It will fall on the objects we love (f)or hate.
They will be the scapegoat. Bodies without the organ.
The one we lose at birth,
the body bags
Cause there is their resting place and they're going to be rotten trash
But for now garbage will deal with waste management
Dirty job, who's
an object
Won't believe me, get me turnt up in the sauce
Bad luck, turn my pain into a mob debt
Bad luck, I ain't even have a job yet
Bad luck, so I guess
brothers Black Panthers
Fighting for my people revolution how it happens
Three
Abstract/ rap attack/
body bags/ breakthroughs/
It may suit/ straitjackets/
Object: Woman wants a man and not a fact
No sweat. Man who needs a mate to do the act
Not yet; woman needs her time do to her thing
Object: man
we see
Lets talk about these joints I got
Lets talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take
And the jobs we hold
And the land you stole
Gliding through my wasted life
With ants on endless escalators
Mystery rash and no job
Absent use oh how I hate her
Could it be this stagnancy was
the Abstract
And me the five footer
I kicks the mad style so step off the frankfurter
Yo, Phife, you remember that routine
That we used to make spiffy
the Abstract
And me the five footer
I kicks the mad style so step off the frankfurter
Yo, Phife, you remember that routine
That we used to make spiffy
to tackle such a problem is a foolish goal
And when the opposition's Abstract, bless your soul
They are the reason MCs but none on the level
Other you're
that follow me
Back to the Soul Shack with packs of rap colonies
Max that, Foreign Objects is mad abstract, make Shadrach
Offender want to go like
that follow me
Back to the Soul Shack with packs of rap colonies
Max that, Foreign Objects is mad abstract, make Shadrach
Offender want to go like
we see
Let's talk about these joints I got
Let's talk about the rules I bring
And the things we take and the jobs we hold
And the land we stole
in the question's style
Arrhythmic by the end, I'm givin more than one child
Abstract soloist comin from the heart
All the way from Philly, from
to work
Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk
I don't really mind if it's over your head
'Cause the job of resurrectors is to wake up
good, it brings out the vital parts
The Abstract Poetic, majors in recital arts
Do it for the kids, the elders and the rap peers
We know the job is
than one child
The abstract soloist, drummin from the heart
All the way from Philly in the West part
Relax your mind and let your body be at rest
I'm out deah
I say peace to all my peoples who be out deah
To hip cats and nappy sweets you're crazy out deah
Just like my Foreign Objects because
factors in the question's style
Arrhythmic by the end, I'm givin more than one child
Abstract soloist comin from the heart
All the way from Philly, from
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