We Say
I'm getting older and getting better with time
[ABDOMINAL, VERSE 1]
I'm an old man in a young man's game
Where once my lungs spat flames
There remains but an ember that smolders
But I fan that shit as I get older
So rest assured the need to preserve
And like meat on turn man beats getting burned
But no longer like an inferno
But a sensible cooking fire to burn slow
Less impressive perhaps pyrotechnically
But it cooks more effectively and given
That that's a state of objectively
We best not overlook the selective heat
Provided by the ashes of a thousand fires
Dug up from under a thousand pyres
Upon which MC's were laid to rest
Some of them perhaps some are subdued
Man, don't get it misconstrued
Mm, these flames never test
[Chorus]
You say old, we say refined
You say stale, we say better with time
You say over the hill, we say past the hump
You say Format and Abs, we say that's the fun
You say senior, we say mature
You say expired, we say endured
You say past the creek, we say out of prime
You say Format and Abs, we say beats and rhymes
I'm getting older and getting better with time (x3)
[ABDOMINAL, VERSE 2]
By rap standards
Man you can slap Pampers on my skinny tuckus and put
It out to pasture
But whoa, not so fast sir
This certain rap is more then just a last verse
Away from being slamming a hearse on route to be gathering dirt
Nah sir, cuz Abs is stood [?] rapper
Whippersnappers better learn not to test the master
But get a taste of some master
We ten thousands hours plus a rappin' on beats on something
Not to be fucked with, so don't fuck with me you little punk kids
And while you're at it, get off my lawn
Pull up your pants, get a job
Cuz this one's taken, translation no compensation
From the vocation ford coming ford
So I implore you take a vacation, maybe Florida?
Hear Siberia's nice this time of year
Meantime you'll find me here rhyming at Cheers
Cuz that's just what I dos bro
But do flows cooling in [??]
Coming through with my do-row
The F-O to the [?]
You've become flatter than a tarmac
You fucking human pancake
The man takes, dam breaks, and makes landscapes
For me to sonically navigate
So come along for the journey man
We'll be two rap journeymen
Without forgetting that neither of us are spring chickens
This rap will be in and out before we be hitting the road
So let's catch some collective zed's
And together take that first step
[REPEAT Chorus]
I'm getting older and getting better with time (x3)
[ABDOMINAL, VERSE 1]
I'm an old man in a young man's game
Where once my lungs spat flames
There remains but an ember that smolders
But I fan that shit as I get older
So rest assured the need to preserve
And like meat on turn man beats getting burned
But no longer like an inferno
But a sensible cooking fire to burn slow
Less impressive perhaps pyrotechnically
But it cooks more effectively and given
That that's a state of objectively
We best not overlook the selective heat
Provided by the ashes of a thousand fires
Dug up from under a thousand pyres
Upon which MC's were laid to rest
Some of them perhaps some are subdued
Man, don't get it misconstrued
Mm, these flames never test
[Chorus]
You say old, we say refined
You say stale, we say better with time
You say over the hill, we say past the hump
You say Format and Abs, we say that's the fun
You say senior, we say mature
You say expired, we say endured
You say past the creek, we say out of prime
You say Format and Abs, we say beats and rhymes
I'm getting older and getting better with time (x3)
[ABDOMINAL, VERSE 2]
By rap standards
Man you can slap Pampers on my skinny tuckus and put
It out to pasture
But whoa, not so fast sir
This certain rap is more then just a last verse
Away from being slamming a hearse on route to be gathering dirt
Nah sir, cuz Abs is stood [?] rapper
Whippersnappers better learn not to test the master
But get a taste of some master
We ten thousands hours plus a rappin' on beats on something
Not to be fucked with, so don't fuck with me you little punk kids
And while you're at it, get off my lawn
Pull up your pants, get a job
Cuz this one's taken, translation no compensation
From the vocation ford coming ford
So I implore you take a vacation, maybe Florida?
Hear Siberia's nice this time of year
Meantime you'll find me here rhyming at Cheers
Cuz that's just what I dos bro
But do flows cooling in [??]
Coming through with my do-row
The F-O to the [?]
You've become flatter than a tarmac
You fucking human pancake
The man takes, dam breaks, and makes landscapes
For me to sonically navigate
So come along for the journey man
We'll be two rap journeymen
Without forgetting that neither of us are spring chickens
This rap will be in and out before we be hitting the road
So let's catch some collective zed's
And together take that first step
[REPEAT Chorus]
I'm getting older and getting better with time (x3)