1. |
Dreadnaught
03:32
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[Syd Solanke]
Ha Ha
Yeah yeah
Gimme the hilt
Peons peons peons peons
What god don't know won't hurt em'
Fuck em, yeah
Leave me alone or be in the way
I got a bone to pick, a rib
I don't need a bitch I need me a cage
Who's that
Different look in my eye
Been hold back
I sin in silence
I taught myself how to hide
I'll be myself when it's time
It's time
[Jazz Vicaris]
Who’s that
Different guy in my mind
I just act, my whole life is a lie
Bring it back, I regret all the time
I be talking like I’m outta my mind
What would you do
What would you do
When you get the bread, split that with ya crew
When I get the lead, I’m taking a snooze
Don’t think too ahead, you get hung with ya noose
It’s getting harder and harder to love
Breaking the hearts of the women, I trust
Picking up pieces I already crushed
Yeah
This voice play like Simon says
Make that choice and lose instead
Best friends with my fucked up head
I lose everything for bread
[Droogie]
Frac-tal
Frackin open my skull, doors of perception
My snake is self-possessing
Hands out and I can’t feel shit (shit)
You not, me
What's the name of that flesh, we
Not the best, it’s just sex dreams
Fuck, please, please, please
Shock to the system, just what the doctor ordered
Crack in my ouroboros and I’m shocked
Shocked up by a new horizon, Enslaved by a new designer
I’m the a real designer, babe-ey
Sculpt the earth and my prey
Sculpt the earth that I walk
Scoldin all to piss off
Lick the wind as I walk and you know imma
Back street gore
Trash meat vore
Plastic, drum full-of-acid
Gash meat tourist
[Syd Solanke]
I gotta get out
Stat
Something intruding on me I'm sure
This can't be me like
They're in the house
I muzzled that beast and locked that door
I been here before, why don't it click
Giving in quick, who am I blaming
I'm at the wheel like where my daimon
Hop in that pit for the itch
Brainless
Gimme the hilt
Gimme the hilt, yeah
Gimme the hilt
Gimme the ha-ha yeah
Gimme the hilt
[ABBATIA]
Who gon' catch ya, god
Who gon' catch ya, find out
Who gon' catch ya
Fired up
Fired up
Yeah
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2. |
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[Dev Lemons]
Lying down all day defying time and space in my mind
Disassociate from nature
Who are you who am I
How bizarre
Can barely tell the whole world apart
Antonym for genuine is all that we really are
[Droogie]
I shivered up, just a bit, popped outta my skin
You droppin’ hats and I’m present to piss
But don’t trip, it’s a way of life, that I function
Plauging all functions
Birthday, shows, into the dungeon
Torture chamber, my eyes
Turnin’ in the old world, only no dice
Runnin’ down heights, cauterize, all blight
No life
Cut me open on ice, let’s peep it
Walkin right and I’m walkin left
I’m runnin up to straight down
[Jazz Vicaris]
Culprit yeah
Everywhere roam my antenna in the air
Loop hole on a fuck nigga leave a nigga scared
How did I get here
Why decipher what appears
I walk inside appealing to delusions I see clear
Doctor can you save me, Something linger in my ears
It took control of me, don’t know what’s me, I’m never here
[Syd Solanke]
Tip off the edge of the building
No clipping I can't feel it
Alive again, I'm tired of it like
It's that pyre pit that pyre pit like
[Dev Lemons]
Lying down all day defying time and space in my mind
Disassociate from nature
Who are you who am I
How bizarre
Can barely tell the whole world apart
Antonym for genuine is all that we really are
[Syd Solanke & Jazz Vicaris]
Give it, gimmi
I'm losing my grip
Niggas mixing elixer
Appalling, you need mo' vigor nigga
Yeah
[Droogie]
Stifling root of my prose, in the deep
Shootin’ my pose, and it’s easy to see
I wanna break free
I wanna break free, it’s a-
On me
[Syd Solanke]
Don't hold me back
Feel trapped
Detaching I slipped off the map
Don't let me crash
Error
Back for a little, which life for real
Liven the kid, rosin to sit still
Ascetic to the neck, Imma crack my cilice ceiling
Piss off the edge of the building
Peel it
Fist full of red, look who fighting the feeling
[Dev Lemons]
Lying down all day defying time and space in my mind
Disassociate from nature
Who are you who am I
How bizarre
Can barely tell the whole world apart
Antonym for genuine is all that we really are
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3. |
World Wide Web
02:47
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[Droogie]
I know you want it, I know you want it
I know you need
I know you need it, you heed it up in my skinny sleeves, yeah
I’m that shadow in the staircase, cheesin’
Peakin’ off of endorphins, you’ve been seeking
Take a peak (Peak peak)
[Jazz Vicaris]
Dodging a punk
No running it back, I’m dodging a pack
I can’t be a runt
Huh... I’ll be up front
I done cut the line
Spinning spirals in my head I feel like rock tonight
What’s ya Kryptonite bitch
I been mortified, it’s no way I’m living like this
I get super high to cope, I’m with the fucking pilot
[Syd Solanke]
Huh Huh
They gon catch ya, huh
Backtrack on that history
Shh, like they listening
Itch it, Don't fight
Let the parasite
Writhe writhe writhe writhe writhe
Leave you paralyzed
Lonely and pissed off
Sick in the cabin
Sweaty fist, watching niggas goon through the camera
Fucked up, sloppy
Force-feeding habits
Net got you caught up in the web with arachnids
[Droogie]
Ratchet strapped to the madness
Quiverin’ clicks to bloody havoc
You could always want it, you could get it, if you need it, so just
[ABBATIA]
Please don’t let me decide
Tint that shit and close them blinds
[Syd Solanke]
Yeah
We online
Bleed online
We
Won't call
That time
We online
Feed on that blight
Bite bite
World Wide Web
World Wide Web
World Wide Web
World Wide Web
[ABBATIA]
Please don’t let me decide
Tint that shit and close them blinds
[Syd Solanke]
Yayayaya
Someones watching ya
I got huh but I need mo'
Bite bite
Watch em' getcha back
Possum, let em' pass
Wifi in this pit
Schizo, let me snap
Fo-Five on the sink
Who gon' let it splash
That imposter in the crib, looking through the glass
(Who, who)
Who the enemy, ha
Who gon' send for me, hush hush hush
Watching how I sin, like the centipedes
Yeah, 5G got me sick, they not tappin' me (Not tapping)
They seen me plotting when I click, I got fantasies
[Jazz Vicaris]
That boy counterfeit (Eugh)
Got that bootleg shit but ain’t no selling it
Got ya boo thang, artificial embellishments
Back in my element, back in the groove
Popping shit, cause you not that dude
Track yo act, they watching you
Stab my back, hoe what’s the truth
[Syd Solanke]
World Wide Web
World Wide Web
World Wide Web
World Wide Web
[ABBATIA]
Please don’t let me decide
Tint that shit and close them blinds
Please don’t let me decide
Tint that shit and close them blinds
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[Jazz Vicaris]
When I needed help, I saw niggas that fled
Had a gun to my head playing Russian Roulette
Niggas gon' live just to die as a follower
All of you swallowers sick in the head
I got my demons round, they gonna see you out
You a believer or you gon' be dead
Any buhls come around, Fuck is you talking about
Rappers my sons
I’mma put em to bed
He sleep
Go head clock in, stay on ya feet
I know you watching, it’s harder to see
If I listened to kinfolk, I woulda been Winslow
Now look at dem folk’, living through me
You a lil pip squeak, ain’t really snapping
Eating off ya deadbeat parents you a maggot
Is you gonna dick eat or make it happen ?
Gotta live that life that dem boys can’t imagine
[Syd Solanke]
Shea shea shyea
I used to wanna be great, I changed
I'm here to disgrace
Gotta lick of the hatred, I'm loving the taste
I piss out the whip, give a shit on the dash
Y'all gave me the boot, I'm showing' my ass
Shit went to medula, I'm hopin' it last
Y'all tickled me pink
I'm aching for lashes, Massa
Move my weight
Passion, MIA
Pretty bitch, keep me sane
Watch me lose my way
Restrain me
I'm too much she Ba Sing Se
She speak to much, don't say my name
They'll all lose faith
All pray, all pray (Boom boom boom)
I reap it all and stay the same
[Akin Inaj]
Boom Boom Boom
Niggas done slipped, too soon
I lost my grip, now I'm a mess
I've been confusing my legs for my head
I've been misusing the love that I get
Feeling my heart so I spray it wit' red
Dealing with parts that are poisoned with lead
Dealing wit' parts of a whole Imma fold so I
Rollout
How
How I got too much heat to dole out
How I'm feasting on fiends without doubt
How I gleam when I shout
Bow Bow
Nigga go, don't slow down now
Chain make me lean no sound now
Metal to the ground I bow down
Nigga, I bow now
[Droogie]
Fuck do you want from me
I am not him and I’m not her
Feeding from the bottom of a wallet, no sir, not me
Bleeding on a paper cross
And paid off, with ya pride to evade the cost of no sleep
I don’t go to bed like a kid
I’m a bottom-feeder, no bib
That’s me right
That’s me right
On the blind side, baby, can’t see light
Fuck it lets go
You don’t see me carryin’ the load
Feelin’ like the Long One, never given dough, for the beats
Pleadin’ for the heat, I’m a creep, had to kill a couple dreams, go sleep
Turn into the beast, feast, cuttin’ through the seams
Don’t cease
I’ve been up late to the dusk, oh me
Oh my
Oh god, it’s squeezin;
Opened up season
Fuckin’ wit the boom boom
Baby, so lick me and bounce
To a timeline where you not fiendin’ to pounce on my lifeline
Pussy, this ain’t lifetime
Pretty boy pussies go a buy yo bitch a night light, ah ah
You ain’t hidin’ shit you can fool yo ilk
But I ain’t a Yes Man, do I look built
Bend to the will of a trust-fund bastard
By me, I will kill yo masters
Take a little boat ride to ABBATIA
Let the waves overtake, it’s amazing
Eyes-wide and you still fugazi
[Akin Inaj]
(Boom Boom Boom)
Boom Boom Boom
Niggas done slipped, too soon
I lost my grip, now I'm a mess
I've been confusing my legs for my head
I've been misusing the love that I get
Feeling my heart so I spray it wit' red
Dealing with parts that are poisoned with lead
Dealing wit' parts of a whole Imma fold so I
Rollout
How
How I got too much heat to dole out
How I'm feasting on fiends without doubt
How I gleam when I shout
Bow Bow
Nigga go, don't slow down now
Chain make me lean no sound now
Metal to the ground I bow down
Nigga, I bow now
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5. |
Crash! [ft. Keyshawn.]
02:28
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[Droogie]
Kickin’ out the cottage, out the fireplace, widdit
Bundled up
It’s a pain, hacking off a brain, it’s a limb-a-gain
Layin ground, but I’m snowed around
Mother nature she control the mound
Shake it up
So i know you ‘round
Fuckin’ wit corporate, we might crack
It’s a round table, I might snap
Black envelope in my future files
Get a lil crumb, for thousand miles
Snatch it
Snatchers
Left and right and
Up down
Light my candles up to the burn them bridges down
Fuck it, fuck it
[Jazz Vicaris]
I need the money for’ I hit the morgue
Shucking, wrapping up boxes of corn
Ecstatic, Ecstatic, I’m meant to record
If not, I don’t know what’s in store
(Alright, what does it)
(At night, can’t function)
(The heights)
(My life)
(I feel - it coming)
(I need the money, for’ I hit the morgue)
Losing my soul, weighing heavy inside
They tell you they love you, they already lied
Days getting darker, ya' easy to reach
Niggas do walk ups, broad day sweeps
Pop in the scene gotta get the fuck out
City of crabs, you know what they bout'
Brotherly love, ain’t seen none around
Where was ya' call, are you feeling me
[ABBATIA]
Crash it
Crash it
Crash it
Crash
Leave it on the dash
Bleeding for the last breath
(Keep it cool, girl you not at home)
[Droogie & Syd Solanke]
I don't feel the flames
Seeping through the pavement
Rotten to the pink, crease is full of breakage
Fit this sigil with a lymph filled slit
Vomit in the sink, get yo' fucking face twisted
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Keyshawn]
Gang finna' go and you know it
Gimme' a punt I wont blow it
I got a masterpiece arm imma show it
[Syd Solanke]
A stick in the mud, and stuck in the moment
Written in red
[Keyshawn]
Rhyming wit' poets
[Syd Solanke]
Sparking alone, hocking and vomiting green
That's my kinda morning
(Let it eat)
[Keyshawn]
Know dat the prophet is flowin'
If I was sent for a reshot then im goin'
Just went Giannis I'm buckin opponents
Lord watching my back out for any atonement
I don't got dreams to sell
I'm a soul out of hell
But I promise I'm heavenly potent
[Syd Solanke]
Blowin' a motor, racking the roadkill
I ain't even crash it, huh huh
Where my rabbit, Ha Ha
I'm Reloaded, Ha ha
Blackened a pill, my throat full of ash
Watch I'll blow my locusts
[Jazz Vicaris]
Niggas gon' hurt, when I peel they scab
My time blipped and I got jet lag
Life done picked up, fuck my dreams
Fuck up work, don’t talk to me
Watch me
Call in, call out
Contemplate, what’s that about
I pray to the lord my soul to keep
I know this niggas watching me
[ABBATIA]
We gon die for this shit and
Crash it
Crash it
Crash it
Crash
And sign em out
[Jazz Vicaris]
Leave it on the dash (What)
Push me to the max
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6. |
Red Room
05:40
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[Jazz Vicaris]
Flinching when ya' hug me, my father set in stone
Still stuck at home
I been hiding in the shadows
Misinterpretation left me shallow
Guilt when I speak, haven’t called in
Guilt when I speak, haven’t called in weeks
Rotting by the teeth, ashes on the seat
Sober when I weap
Ain’t no
[Syd Solanke]
Ain't no winning here it's apparent
I couldn't care less
Hmm, hard to relate
Maneuver secluded, it's all in his face
I'm hoping we break
So opulence heal what I couldn't wit' faith
(I'd do it again, Hmm)
[Droogie]
I know that its Dad
I know that it's doubt
Right on the tip, on the edge of my mouth
That’s why I’m here
Under the thumb of a one who impose
Stifling root of my prose
Fuckin derivative, fuck it the same
I am not earning this name
Stripped to a chair, heels cut
Feelin the smell of the rut
I got no memory, days of the past
I got no melody, reachin for the
I got no message so fuck its massive
[Syd Solanke]
Wifi keep me bad
Let it happen
Go possum when it ring, I don't leave the pad (Leave it)
Got my reasons, huh yeah
I don't speak em'
What's a homie, no-one know me
Watch my back, I'm indulging
Why she sleeping wit' a wretch
It's the best of me, the green, keep her next to me
My dreams meaning less to me
[Droogie]
Bad trip, livid like I’m living on the cusp
Of the same sick, fearin’ for the day (oh god)
I’m in the same ditch
Belladonna showed me up the rope, I was nameless
Turn the fuckin’ spotlight out
And you the same one that blocked me out
I needed you, in the times where my life turned monotonous, rough
My father dies, where am I? I’m just chasin the dust
So who am I
[Syd Solanke]
Roaming round this telly wit' a heater
If these walls been talkin' shit I prolly please em'
Hoping I can find a way to re-up
Yeah
Man this flesh been rottin' since I caught the fever
Roaming round this telly wit' a heater
If the walls can keep a secret let em' see it
Hoping I can find a way to re-up
Yeah
This the best I've gotten since I caught the fever
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ABBATIA Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Born and raised in Philadelphia, ABBATIA was destined to take root. The unkempt trio of Syd Solanke, Jazz Vicaris, and Droogie have been creating together for virtually their entire lives before arriving upon the demented sonic hellscapes under the ABBATIA heraldry. The future of ABBATIA is formless. With every new release, a brick is laid on the church’s foundation. Take a boat ride, to ABBATIA. ... more
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