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Abstract Rude - Kats Lyrics

[Intro: Abstract Rude in a old-timey jazz voice]
(Yeah, yeah...)
Well, I know there's been a lot of talk about these cat outs here
Wildin' and stylin', doing what they do (Cool...)
But I'm lay these cats on you
And they some of the most coolest cats ya'll see, y'all see, ha!
These cats hopping...

[Verse 1: Aceyalone]
Top cat, rocking like a top hat
Like Felix, with the bag of tricks, we got that
How you feel, Garfield?
Chasing the kitty, she's so pretty
Young feline, she gotta be mine
I'm like Katmandu, she like "cat-man, don't"
You like Pepé Le Pew
You wanna hit it, but you won't
She likes my eye of the tiger claw to hug and squeeze her
But can't stand my CAT Scan eyes that sees her

[Verse 2: Abstract Rude]
Raise that thermometer, apex
We're gonna go way back
Thelonious, abstract harmonious cats
Its jazz, alley cats, the riff raff
Heathcliff, word on the street is you're big bad
Same commentary, Tom & Jerry, cats away the mice will play
Grab a little then be on their merry way – scram!
[Verse 3: Myka 9]
Skat cats, fiddles the little box of vittles
To blind eyes of kittens with 9 lives
Remember that's cat's dander lion
Dandy fluff coat, cool cat catastrophe
It's either me or that cat has to leave
I'm allergic to cats, I can't breathe
They make me sneeze
Some people eat cats
Some cats carry disease, TBs and rabies
Take 'em to the vet, so they don't make no more babies

[Verse 4: Aceyalone]
I'm just a kool kat, bringing the cool back
It's out the back, drug from up under the rug
I'm that cat on the prowl, cat burglar style
Cat daddy with all the catnips getting aroused
She would hiss when we kissed, she used to scratch my lips
Now she purr when I rub her fur, she can't resist
I'm just lying in the den like a king of the jungle
Cat woman on my lap will go wherever the fun go

[Verse 5: Abstract Rude]
Where they operate on you and X-ray your body
Well let's state the obvious, go see the doctor
CAT – Scan, detects the cancer
Think back, the Panthers, Oakland, Los Angeles
Bat – man, vs. The Joker, Penguin, The Riddler, villains in Gotham
Smack – Pow! Here's a rap style
No fear, don't back down, batter-ram the crack house
[Verse 6: Myka 9]
Fat cats and riddles like the sphinx, middle
Of the street, cat just slow down a little
Points – black cats
Superstitious facts, reflecting from the fear in their eyes
And my headlights when I drive
Black cats at night
People for Ethical Treatment of Animals sent me a summons
It was reported there were clumps of cat hair on the front of my Hummer
Cat's are finicky, Stray Cats was gimmicky

[Verse 7: Aceyalone]
What a saditty kitty, ain't it the truth?
On a hot tin roof, 110 proof
Walking the catwalk, look at the hawks hog ya
All the cat-calls got you turned into a sabertooth
Wanna take a nice stroll through my temple?
Kinda hoping you can be the one to keep the rats away
My pet peeve is a alley cat with fleas
So exit stage left, he went that-a-way

[Verse 8: Abstract Rude]
It's raining cats and dogs
We maintaining bar codes in the catalog
It's another cattle call and they collecting 'em all
Stripping 'em of who they are – artist and repertoire
The route of Haiku D'Etat
No matter, no superstar
One of a kind records, part of a trifecta
Tigers and leopards
[Verse 9: Myka 9]
Scram! Skadoodle, I'll scoot you with my broom in neutral
The veterinarian euthanizes, you lost 1 life
You had 9, now you got ate by a growling Great Dane
7 sent to heaven, when they locked you in the garage
With the engine still revvin' all night
6 – with the next cats
Checks you with a very bad scratch, bite
Which happened to inflict such a thick wound, ouch, that you die
Because you bled to death
High 5 – wire you were on a very thin line
Then your hair stands up, you can't move
You're stuck in a state of shock
From 50,000 volts
Poor guy, 4 paws, landed on your feet
But from a 4th story floor fall
3 lives left, protect each breath
Survive on stealth, cunning, and yet your mortality meets you
As a laboratory tech putting needles in your neck
You got 2 souls left, you're a pet, all you do is rest
Eat the best food, chase birds to the nests
Cool owners – good flea collars
But you get bored and curious so you decide to fly
And as you ride in the sky
Coughing up hairballs in an animal transport container
You hear "psst, psst, psst... hey, big boy, meet me later
When the plane lands
I can tell from your smell that you're from the mainland"
You meow back, "What's the game plan?"
She goes "rawrnr, rawrnr"
You both get inspected by the Customs agent
Make a daring escape through an unseen exit
Decide to stop and get frisky
In the back of a cafe where pussy is the delicacy
So you get fried – now you only have 1 life
I hope you get old and gray before you die