Abstractionisms - Q-Tip, Kenny Garrett

I ain’t getting caught up in your damns of impression

No matter who the diva I’m the verse for your oppression

Standing in my rightful place, residing as it seems

That it’s earthed inside the dark, hopefully you catch the gleam

You turn unto the village, you can see how we get tranqued

Seems to pawn follow pawn, and become the queen’s bank

I’m not part of that, I may be ghetto, spack

But I’m too smart to embark into the deadly traps

Never gettin' glassy eye although glaucoma rarely follows

I pride myself as optimist, but damn this place is hollow

Guess I better hit the grind, fill my jams taut with substance

Sprinkle vibes around with result and abundance

Falling prey to categories can be black and abysmal

Damage to the aura, which encases us like crystal

The raising of the bar, is a part of repertoire

We gon' edit negatives off this little black noir

Abstractionisms, for your daily rhythms/nigga

Peace everybody, glad I’ve got your attention

We drove the path of ease, and steer clear of pretention

Now we riding high because the weight inside the trunk

Has been sifted, with specifics, its been shifted for the junk

Here’s the funk, and the anchor is the bass that make you wiggle

Don’t over-analyze it, it’s no need for you to niggle

I stand inside my power, like a knight inside the court

Everybody follow suit, if it’s rigid don’t abort

It’s heavenly, somebody sound the reveille

The day is starting in the rhythm’s highest pedigree

I got the beat reverberating and energy’s on 10

Sending sound-waves through orals, I revitalize the den

Or deep, it’s still TM, everybody’s got it in them

Don’t hold these words as boring even though you all are snoring

Constantly restoring cause we living and we breathing

I’m injected and infected with this premise I’m not leaving