Song: Abuse
Artist: Rationale aka James Crawford
Album: Metaphysiks
Year: 2003

(first chorus)
I'm abusin those shootin off at the mouth loosely/
These words are fists that'll leave ya bleedin profusely/
I'm abusin those shootin off at the mouth loosely/
These words are, these words are, these words are, these words are fists!

(verse one)
Rationale's the smoothest to spit it with finesse/
While sloppy emcees only get on, dribble, and make a mess/
I'll grab the microphone in a manner to pontificate/
My truth pierces even the bulletproof to obliterate/
I set it straight like architect's creative minds/
Because my levels and rhymes are aesthetic bevels and lines/
I'm kickin it so the experience is intimate/
My words make proper sense even if you are an idiot/
Rationale is a such with any topic/
That I can get it and rip it up with my dominant logic/
When I drop it, son, you know it's time for action/
And I might switch it up by flippin my style of rappin/
Like from sportin the flyest and cleanest of baller's fashion/
"To a ten gallon hat and guitar like Alan Jackson"/
We can do this, but I'm above a battle/
Cause I'd rather negate your faith and watch your composure unravel/
I gather audible elements of rhythm and intelligence/
And guide my wordplay into lyrical eloquence/
I'm off the dome with discourse of such force/
That my thoughts crush yours like S.W.A.T. teams when they rush doors/
I bomb cats with a bombardment of broadcasts/
Bushwhack rappers aghast like a forcible car jack/
Behemoth speaker that'll leave ya squeamish when I speak this/
A vehement evil genius that you simply can't compete with/
I squench when I spit, hot rappers'll get extinguished/
So bring it, and get denied by this distinguished linguist/
With energy collected, assembled, and then directed/
I'm hittin like uppercuts that are thrown and then connected/
Hurtin worse than surgery with no anesthetic/
Then comin back to haunt your ass worse than bad credit/
So forget it, you can't overcome my rigid resilience/
I set the standard with thirty-two bars of vivid brilliance

(second chorus)
I'm abusin those shootin off at the mouth loosely/
These words are fists that'll leave ya bleedin profusely/
I'm abusin those shootin off at the mouth loosely/
These words are fists that'll leave ya bleedin profusely/
I'm abusin those shootin off at the mouth loosely/
These words are fists that'll leave ya bleedin profusely/
I'm abusin those shootin off at the mouth loosely/
These words are, these words are, these words are, these words are fists!


(verse two)
With surgical precision, and sharp hi-tech degrees/
I flex my verbal expertise and dissect emcees/
My tongue is diamond-edged, my breath control is deadly accurate/
Spit it viciously, and my delivery's immaculate/
I represent with humanities and graphics/
Understandable and tangible so heads can grasp it/
Lyrically, cause wisdom is my greatest asset/
That allows me to define ignorance and then surpass it/
Scientific progress only furthers my conquest/
Of nonsense with concepts of insightful content/
I'm like a bomb threat, I use fear to move the crowd/
With a ruthless style, lyrical Abu Nidal/
Sentences combine, my breath is used to bind/
My lyric's the blasting cap, I detonate and rhyme/
A highly explosive mind, a devastating weapon/
Propelling words at 27,000 feet per second/
To hell with gat clappin, you'll get flattened when I'm rappin/
Instantaneous, and you won't even know what happened/
Emcees can't compete with my marvelous technique/
What I speak is more defined than Leo Robert's physique/
I express my thoughts to be elegant and terse/
And map out every conceivable detail to my verse/
My mind's clearly topical, logical, and intricate/
Simply, I spit articulate, organized particulates/
Meticulous yet intimate with accurate insight/
And my ratiocination is rigorous and concise/
And that's for damn sure, I spit ether like no other/
I'm charismatic and arousing, just ask ya mother/
I'm bout it, and laugh at rappers screamin out they're the wildest/
Cause no matter what they're powerless against this lyrical prowess/
And you don't comprehend me like gringos and Mexicans/
Perplex these rubber necks when I flex my lexicon/
You need a dictionary just to follow my speech/
And this was a clever ploy to sell 'em at twenty-five dollars apiece