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Abuse It
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Abuse It was released on May 11, 2006 by Genetic Soil as a part of the album The 12 Step Program
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Release DateMay 11, 2006
LabelGenetic Soil
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Skrapz
Skrapz
Songwriter

Lyrics

A lot of these people can't stand me
Right?
You know who you are, you don't like me
Yo, but I'm not here for that
I ain't here for y'all
I'm here for this
I'm here for the advancement of hip-hop music
I'm here for the future
I'm here for a lot of shit, but fuck y'all on that other shit
'Cause you know what?
Uh
I'm here to let you in on how the fuck the
World's getting perceived by these eyes
I take a look around, I'm screaming, there's no need for replies
And my Levi's is getting stuffed and tore up from so much falling
Every time I get back up, someone's pushing me to it falling
Well hold my fucking wallet while I knock your ass out
And take it back along with yours '
Cause dude, you're down for the count
My loot's stacked in all large amounts
I ain't getting checks for my rhyming
I do it 'cause otherwise the frustrations would make me violent
So pour me a Long Island and let me relax
Let it be facts coming from Scraps on every track that I stacks
I feel these underdeveloped MCs need to step back
I retired from battling wack acts 'cause I win every match
And what's that? Bullshit for you movies and wannabes
I keep it passionate, hip-hop's flowing my arteries
And it's life is a part of me 'cause we came up together
And these people confusing us for some others don't know no better
But I let it go, let me ask you something hypothetical
If I get famous, do I get dental and medical?
And what about optical? My vision is fucked
I seen so much shit go down, I'd be happy to close 'em up
And just bust blind it by my own eyelids
I'm a sucker for good scenery and I'ma find it
Yo, I'm over this fucking view, I've seen all that it offers
You ain't seen me hardcore but already asking for softer
Well tell your daughter she should've kept on her clothes
She shouldn't have let go, she should've kept them legs closed
Soon as you expose yourself, it's on
And my temper may be the preventive for us getting along
I don't sing no sad songs, just real ones
Pops took the pot with a full house, thanks for the deal, son
It's time y'all feel some darkness
The only way to understand that painting is to ask the artist
I'm looking for what makes me tick
I'm like a time bomb, y'all make me sick
Let it be bygones
I use it, you use it, I use it, you use that, abuse it
I use it, you use it, I use music and y'all abuse it
I'm looking for what makes me tick
I'm like a time bomb, y'all make me sick
Let it be bygones
I use it, you use it, I use it, you use that, abuse it
I use it, you use it, I use music and y'all abuse it
I've been a part of this for so long, it's sick
Regretting half the shit I spit, y'all can suck dick
'Cause I been Scraps, never flipping up, that's just me
And a couple of casualties, well let's murder the faculty
Actually, I'd rather buy primetime air space
On a major network just to give 'em a taste
I'll take executives and spit in they face
I'll do the same to that weather girl
With a different spit, how it taste
Erase pop culture 'cause trendy is empty
Shallow's now acceptable, jealousy is envy
The streets always tempt me and I always give in
I got over this shit already, now I'm falling again
'Cause yo, my head ain't the same
The transmission's stuck in reverse and I'm rolling down the fast lane
The gas gauge keeps telling me insert a lit cigarette
My last days will see the benefits have been the biggest threat
So I'ma finish it right here on these train tracks
Scoping for some grim tags as I watch the freights pass
'Cause I see through y'all like stained glass
And the images I'm receiving depend on how long the pain lasts
I'm way past what these other suckers is on
And if you're gonna try to bring it, just get at me, I'm gone
Off of these shots, stressed, sitting in cells for smoking sess
Nevertheless, my prior records caught up to me, I'm in debt
And I'll take it all out on you if you're trying to run me off
Through this fucking mess you infested so I feel it all too
This shit's for everyone I know so they don't trip when I snap
Or they lock me down for some bullshit
Throw a five on the sack 'cause
I'm looking for what makes me tick
I'm like a time bomb, y'all make me sick
Let it be bygones
I use it, you use it, I use it, you use that, abuse it
I use it, you use it, I use music and y'all abuse it
I'm looking for what makes me tick
I'm like a time bomb, y'all make me sick
Let it be bygones
I use it, you use it, I use it, you use that, abuse it
I use it, you use it, I use music and y'all abuse it
Written by: Skrapz
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