Come On
Abstract Rude Lyrics


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Ugh, ugh, scorpion sting crush
A.T.U. with DJ EQ

Come on, "Come on"
Come on, "Come on" Scorpion sting crush
Come on, "Come on"
Butterfly wing dust, scorpion sting crush
Lion tough, lion rough

Come on, follow and burrow and bite
I'ma twirl the line when you cross and my phenomenon strikes
Tomorrow tonight like it's the Armageddon fight
The bomb in my book, drop it when I'm ready to write
It truly run through me, like the blood's in my pen
And the ink's in my veins while I'm thinkin' these thangs
Got my brain overloaded often
My life gotta change before I go to my coffin
Not in the game for sortin', we offer the pain of losses
Hope I ain't the end to pallbear
Because many are slain, I'm cautious
I'm tryin' to refrain from nightmare
I'm wakin' in cold sweats, I eliminate stress to my own best ability
None of you rappers shiver me timbers
What if a fashion statement Ab makes em remember
'Stract Rude with the massive agenda

Come on, "Come on"
I said come on, "Come on"
Come on, "Come on" scorpion sting crush
Come on, "Come on" scorpion sting crush

Shadowbox, hit the punch bag, acceptor
Won't win battlin', Tribe Unique's got wetter
Who that sayin' the Ab ain't gainin' the game
They're mistakin' identity and blasphemy of my name
Breakin' your energy field, lion untamed
Smartest of the artists, hardest of thugs gettin game
Like mobbers were marching that Malcolm X-type pain
Fill out the carcass with heavy blood flow, slain
Gotta rhyme for each kind in your crew
Or any other solo appearance you might do
Too tight to go against, to the severity of your punishment
Reflects the gravity of the offence
Heavy casualties, my battles be intense (ugh)
Your lyrical obituary reads that of the events
That took place, I gave chase, you couldn't save face
What a disgrace, that's what makes great heavyweights

Come on "Come on"
Come on, "Come on" scorpion sting crush
Come on "Come on"
Come on, "Come on" scorpion sting crush

You could train five miles on an exercise bike
But you couldn't gain my styles, we the flexin em type
Though I appear docile, I know when to get hype
You want to make me hostile on the radio mic
And when I'm in person it's worst, my no rehearsin, free versin
And it hurts when I let my jagged edged words disperse
You won't get a word in edge, why? 'cause I served ya first
You can second guess and live to rhyme, what's your purpose on Earth?
Well I write in cursive and print, and jot down in my pad
Toss out your turf in the war, til you throw out the white flag
Surrender contender, when I chop your lumbar say "Timber!"
And I got your number, 17th of November, I take you under
My inner eye, a thunder remembers like elephants
With big trunks and big tusks, big topics to discuss
Butterfly wing dust, scorpion sting crush
Lion tough, lion rough, alright
Mass Men, A.T.U. with DJ EQ

"Come on" Come on
"Come on" I said come on
"Come on" I said come on, scorpion sting crush

Scorpion sting crush
Come on! Scorpion sting crush
A.T.U. with DJ EQ




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Overall Meaning

The song "Come On" by Abstract Rude featuring Mass Men is a boastful and aggressive hip-hop track displaying Abstract Rude's lyrical abilities. The song features a chorus repeating "Come on" as a call to action, perhaps urging the listener to join Abstract Rude in his confident and high-energy delivery. The first verse compares Abstract Rude's style to a scorpion's sting and a lion's toughness, emphasizing his sense of power and control over the music industry. He notes that writing lyrics comes naturally to him, as if the ink is in his veins and the words are his own blood. The second verse is a challenge to other rappers, boasting that none of them can match his talent and that he will defeat anyone who tries to compete with him. Abstract Rude's delivery is aggressive, with abrupt pauses and rhythmic shifts adding to the song's intensity.


The song is notable for its use of animal imagery and metaphors. Abstract Rude compares himself to a scorpion, butterfly, and lion, all powerful animals with distinct characteristics. These metaphors help to build his image as an intimidating and confident rapper, and the use of animal imagery is a common theme throughout the hip-hop genre. Additionally, the title of the song, "Come On", could be interpreted in different ways. It could be seen as a call to action for listeners to join in and embrace the song's energy, or as a challenge to Abstract Rude's competitors to try to match his skills.


Overall, "Come On" is a high-energy and aggressive hip-hop track that displays Abstract Rude's skill as a rapper. The use of animal imagery and confident, boastful lyrics help to build his image as a powerful and dominating force in the genre.


Line by Line Meaning

Ugh, ugh, scorpion sting crush
There is an assertion of dominance from the artist, comparing his style to a scorpion's sting that crushes.


Come on, "Come on"
The chorus of the song is a call to action for the listener to embrace the artist's style.


Butterfly wing dust, scorpion sting crush
The artist is comparing himself to a creature of grace and beauty that can also be lethal when provoked; a deadly combination.


Lion tough, lion rough
The artist continues to invoke images of strength and power, utilizing the lion as a symbol of courage and excellence.


Come on, follow and burrow and bite
The artist is urging his listeners to embrace their own abilities and not be afraid to take chances and fight for their own success.


I'ma twirl the line when you cross and my phenomenon strikes
The artist describes himself as a powerful force that can strike at any moment when provoked, highlighting his ability to dominate the rap game.


Tomorrow tonight like it's the Armageddon fight
The artist comes across as a person with a sense of urgency, urging his listeners to embrace their own ambition and potential.


The bomb in my book, drop it when I'm ready to write
The artist is confident in his writing skills, describing his words as being explosive, coming in at the right moment to propel him to success.


It truly run through me, like the blood's in my pen
The artist is saying that his creative inspiration comes naturally to him and he cannot control it.


Got my brain overloaded often
The artist understands the mental strain that comes with the creative process of making music.


My life gotta change before I go to my coffin
The artist is focused on making a change in his life that will help him reach his full potential before his demise.


Not in the game for sortin', we offer the pain of losses
The artist is motivated to succeed and is not interested in settling for average results, instead embracing the pain of losing in order to become better.


Hope I ain't the end to pallbear
The artist doesn't want to be the one to fail and have his music career end.


Because many are slain, I'm cautious
The artist is aware of the many who have failed in the rap game and is cautious of making the wrong moves that would lead to his own downfall.


I'm wakin' in cold sweats, I eliminate stress to my own best ability
The artist is experiencing the stress of fame but is determined to manage it as best he can to avoid burnout.


None of you rappers shiver me timbers
The artist is confident in his abilities as a rapper and is unmoved by the threat of competition.


What if a fashion statement Ab makes em remember
The artist believes in the impact of his music on popular culture and the world at large.


'Stract Rude with the massive agenda
The artist has a clear goal in mind and is committed to making it a reality.


Shadowbox, hit the punch bag, acceptor
The artist is describing the hard work and dedication that goes into achieving success as an artist in the rap game, requiring discipline and practice.


Won't win battlin', Tribe Unique's got wetter
The artist is acknowledging the skills of his competitors while also asserting his own dominance in the game, suggesting he is the better option in a rap battle.


Who that sayin' the Ab ain't gainin' the game
The artist has faced doubt and criticism from some who don't believe he can make it in the rap game, but is confident in his abilities.


They're mistakin' identity and blasphemy of my name
The artist acknowledges the misguided opinions of his detractors and their mistaken belief that he is not capable of success.


Breakin' your energy field, lion untamed
The artist continues to invoke images of power and strength, emphasizing his ability to dominate and break down his listeners' barriers.


Smartest of the artists, hardest of thugs gettin game
The artist is proud of his intelligence and cunning while also acknowledging his ability to connect with the toughest of crowds.


Like mobbers were marching that Malcolm X-type pain
The artist is making a reference to the pain and suffering that Malcolm X faced in his fight for civil rights, suggesting a similar kind of struggle in the rap game.


Fill out the carcass with heavy blood flow, slain
The artist is describing his power to dominate and defeat his competition, leaving them metaphorically slain in the game.


Gotta rhyme for each kind in your crew
The artist is describing his ability to appeal to a wide range of listeners, catering to different tastes and preferences.


Or any other solo appearance you might do
The artist is confident in his own abilities as a solo artist but understands the importance of collaboration in the rap game.


Too tight to go against, to the severity of your punishment
The artist is acknowledging the consequences of going up against him in the game, suggesting he is too skilled to be beaten.


Reflects the gravity of the offence
The punishment for going up against the artist is serious, reflecting the artist's own gravity and power in the game.


Heavy casualties, my battles be intense (ugh)
The artist is describing the severity of the battles he faces in the rap game, suggesting they are intense and can result in significant loss.


Your lyrical obituary reads that of the events
The artist continues to emphasize the consequences of losing in the rap game, suggesting that those who are defeated in battle will be forgotten and left with nothing.


That took place, I gave chase, you couldn't save face
The artist is emphasizing his ability to dominate and defeat his competition, offering no chance for his opponents to save face in defeat.


What a disgrace, that's what makes great heavyweights
The artist is acknowledging the humiliation and disgrace in defeat but also suggesting that it is what motivates the best to become even better.


You could train five miles on an exercise bike
The artist is comparing his skills as a rapper to the physical prowess required of an athlete, highlighting that the skills he's honed can't simply be trained for or practiced.


But you couldn't gain my styles, we the flexin em type
The artist is asserting his dominance in the game, suggesting that his skill and style can't be matched or emulated.


Though I appear docile, I know when to get hype
The artist is describing his ability to adapt to any situation, suggesting he is both calm and collected while also powerful and intimidating.


You want to make me hostile on the radio mic
The artist is acknowledging the power of his platform, noting that his radio appearances can have the potential for controversy as he is not afraid to speak his mind.


And when I'm in person it's worst, my no rehearsin, free versin
The artist is describing his live performances, highlighting his ability to improvise and break away from a rehearsed script.


And it hurts when I let my jagged edged words disperse
The artist is acknowledging the power of his words as a rapper, recognizing that sometimes they have the potential to hurt others in the rap game.


You won't get a word in edge, why? 'cause I served ya first
The artist is asserting his dominance in the game once again, highlighting his ability to strike first and not allow others the opportunity to speak over him.


You can second guess and live to rhyme, what's your purpose on Earth?
The artist is questioning the motives of his competition, asking them to reflect on whether they are in it for the right reasons.


Well I write in cursive and print, and jot down in my pad
The artist is describing his process of creating music, suggesting he is talented in both freestyling and writing his rhymes by hand.


Toss out your turf in the war, til you throw out the white flag
The rapper is continuing to describe his power in the game, suggesting that he will not stop until his competition gives up and surrenders.


Surrender contender, when I chop your lumbar say "Timber!"
The artist is speaking confidently about defeating his competition, suggesting that they will fall easily and without fight.


And I got your number, 17th of November, I take you under
The artist is bold about his intentions to defeat his competition, suggesting that he has already predicted when he will come out on top.


My inner eye, a thunder remembers like elephants
The artist is describing his own memory and ability to remember events with precision and intensity.


With big trunks and big tusks, big topics to discuss
The artist continues his elephant metaphor, suggesting a gravitas and importance to the topics he discusses in his music.


A.T.U. with DJ EQ
This line is a sign-off to give credit to the artist's collaborators on the track.


Come on, "Come on"
This line is a call to action for the listener to embrace the artist's style.


Come on, "Come on" scorpion sting crush
The artist is doubling down on his assertion of dominance, reminding listeners of his scorpion-like power to crush his competition.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Aaron Pointer

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