Diamond Hammer by DJ Format Lyrics
[Intro]
“Good evening to you ladies and gentlemen
You're live at the masonic temple Toronto Canada
We bring to you; your MC champion Abdominal that’s abdominal and his partner Format”
Abdominal. Grab the Mic and drop bombs
Abdominal. Grab the Mic and drop bombs
[Verse 1]
Hi it's me
Rhyming since '93 so if you’re just finding me now, a lot of rewinding to be done
To get caught up on the catalog
Not a moment to lose so get crackin' dawg
I'll try to give you the time you need
But also need to mindful of these
Fine peeps who are now my side seats
I'm a dirty little snot nosed rhyming geek
But really not much has changed
Seems stranger--s to arrange
Words into rhyming mannеr time and grammar, hittin' ya harder than a diamond hammer
And cos I'm dropping jеwels
Well at the same time droppin' fools
Who can't breathe this rarefied air
Not enough of O2 in the atmosphere
To support their little bitty baby lungs
Which [w]ill quickly collapse in the face of drums
The lights the deeds
Meantime my mic light green
Which of course means that it’s go time
I rrr-rock under pressure like a coal mine
Excavating gems and devastating M…Cs
[Cs], who can’t breathe puny fleas alliterated with ease
‘til I'm standing alone on a precipice ingested with pestilence of eloquence
That I’ve reaped below
Making speakers glow
Bright green from being radio toxic
Fuck pop, shit on the radio toxic
Over beat be the job descripti[s]on I'm clearly one of the top picks
In this chosen field
So, you know the deal
Shut the fuck up and let the grown-ups talk, eat your fruit roll ups and your soda pop
Perhaps even blow a bubble or two
But stay at the kids table nobody is through
And speaking of through, I'm through ‘til verse two
Format it's all you
[Hook]
I-I-I took it like a psychopath
I-I took it like a psychopath
I took it like a psychopath
Breaking rappers in half so feel the wrath
If you wanna feel the wrath; feel the wrath
If you wanna feel the wrath; feel the wrath
Abdominal
I took it like a psychopath, breaking rappers in half so feel the wrath
[Verse 2]
Full disclosure
I woulda happily left this godforsaken track to 1 verse, until format was like
“nah give ‘em their money’s worth”
Psh
Yeah easy for him to say
He just loops shit up and presses play
I'm the one here writing for days to a 130 BPM beat; you fucking crazy
And that's just writing: Reciting's worse
This lighting verse has literally shortened my life on Earth
So please enjoy my ultimate sacrifice
Other rappers not even half as nice
And you know that's the truth
Man, they better stay the fuck out my booth man
Cos that's hallowed ground
Quicksand swallowing your shallow sound
Never to be seen again I mean it man
The blood from weaker MC's what feeds my pen which means that when every time I puts that pen to sheet well then
It's a bloody bloodbath blood
Like a hemophiliac stub-bin his baby toe on a cactus
In dire need of some coagulant
But I switched the packaging
To some blood thinner and so I'm cackling
Here in the corner maniacally, cos the truth is even when I try to be
All peace and love
I still fiend for blood
It's just the MC in me bud that instinctively leads me to feast on scrubs
So, don't come around when I'm peckish or risk ending up as my breakfast
And next it's heavy dental flossin' to clean all the MC flesh that's caught
In-between my pearly whites turned ruby red from these murderous bites
Inflected on persons reciting shitty verses on mics
Of which of course there's no shortage
So, you know I stay gorgeous
“Good evening to you ladies and gentlemen
You're live at the masonic temple Toronto Canada
We bring to you; your MC champion Abdominal that’s abdominal and his partner Format”
Abdominal. Grab the Mic and drop bombs
Abdominal. Grab the Mic and drop bombs
[Verse 1]
Hi it's me
Rhyming since '93 so if you’re just finding me now, a lot of rewinding to be done
To get caught up on the catalog
Not a moment to lose so get crackin' dawg
I'll try to give you the time you need
But also need to mindful of these
Fine peeps who are now my side seats
I'm a dirty little snot nosed rhyming geek
But really not much has changed
Seems stranger--s to arrange
Words into rhyming mannеr time and grammar, hittin' ya harder than a diamond hammer
And cos I'm dropping jеwels
Well at the same time droppin' fools
Who can't breathe this rarefied air
Not enough of O2 in the atmosphere
To support their little bitty baby lungs
Which [w]ill quickly collapse in the face of drums
The lights the deeds
Meantime my mic light green
Which of course means that it’s go time
I rrr-rock under pressure like a coal mine
Excavating gems and devastating M…Cs
[Cs], who can’t breathe puny fleas alliterated with ease
‘til I'm standing alone on a precipice ingested with pestilence of eloquence
That I’ve reaped below
Making speakers glow
Bright green from being radio toxic
Fuck pop, shit on the radio toxic
Over beat be the job descripti[s]on I'm clearly one of the top picks
In this chosen field
So, you know the deal
Shut the fuck up and let the grown-ups talk, eat your fruit roll ups and your soda pop
Perhaps even blow a bubble or two
But stay at the kids table nobody is through
And speaking of through, I'm through ‘til verse two
Format it's all you
[Hook]
I-I-I took it like a psychopath
I-I took it like a psychopath
I took it like a psychopath
Breaking rappers in half so feel the wrath
If you wanna feel the wrath; feel the wrath
If you wanna feel the wrath; feel the wrath
Abdominal
I took it like a psychopath, breaking rappers in half so feel the wrath
[Verse 2]
Full disclosure
I woulda happily left this godforsaken track to 1 verse, until format was like
“nah give ‘em their money’s worth”
Psh
Yeah easy for him to say
He just loops shit up and presses play
I'm the one here writing for days to a 130 BPM beat; you fucking crazy
And that's just writing: Reciting's worse
This lighting verse has literally shortened my life on Earth
So please enjoy my ultimate sacrifice
Other rappers not even half as nice
And you know that's the truth
Man, they better stay the fuck out my booth man
Cos that's hallowed ground
Quicksand swallowing your shallow sound
Never to be seen again I mean it man
The blood from weaker MC's what feeds my pen which means that when every time I puts that pen to sheet well then
It's a bloody bloodbath blood
Like a hemophiliac stub-bin his baby toe on a cactus
In dire need of some coagulant
But I switched the packaging
To some blood thinner and so I'm cackling
Here in the corner maniacally, cos the truth is even when I try to be
All peace and love
I still fiend for blood
It's just the MC in me bud that instinctively leads me to feast on scrubs
So, don't come around when I'm peckish or risk ending up as my breakfast
And next it's heavy dental flossin' to clean all the MC flesh that's caught
In-between my pearly whites turned ruby red from these murderous bites
Inflected on persons reciting shitty verses on mics
Of which of course there's no shortage
So, you know I stay gorgeous