Keep Walkin

[Verse 1: Add-2] See I was 15 sittin’ writin’ sixteens Spittin’ front of six teens Yea that nigga nice, but my shit mean Mean as [?] cleaner than Aquafina Sister to sister after Tamara I’m hittin’ Tia Them recycle rhymes you need to leave in the trash My pen ain’t never been a pussy but it bleed on the pad Used to roll with my homie kept his heat on the dash [?] some cash [?] that he kept in his stash box Only paper that I got is what I’m rhyming on But what I write’ll take away the pain like takin’ Tylenol Follow what I say I get my Simon on Illest nigga to spit it, kill yourself go get your feeling’s [?] [?] got a lobotomy, yea that kid is outta his mind His uncle just died and his mother finna go blind Fuck it, he sighed, I got some other shit on my mind So… [Hook: Add-2] Keep walkin’ You can save the talkin’ Only bitches get the barkin’ Get a bar from Kill it, get it in the coffin Don’t get caught up in dark kid [Verse 2: Add-2] Killa, killa, killa, the rhyme killa You think you sick I spit some shit that’ll make you think I’m iller No, never seen a [?] I’m so much realler Until my spirit live [or you search my soul?] and you still see Dilla Undertaker I’m takin’ the verse I’m layin’ it first [and layer it so ?] lay in a hearse And then I, I give it to ‘em like he sittin’ in church God bless ‘em, rest em in peace deceased they sleep in the dirt Get the picture I pick it apart then rip up the parts [?] beat to his heart As I creep through the dark, just like a thief in the park My mind as bright as sun and sharp as the teeth on a shark But I might, like I’m pimpin’ and I’m psyched, then I’m rippin’ his So when I think they [Gladys Night?] like they [Pips?] in it Get the point that is you missin’ it You talk about it while we livin’ it [Hook] [Verse 3: Sundown] Sundown cut throat like the guillotine Clean cut keen while I stand in the bloody stream A chilly autumn wind, chillin’ your spine again Champion hoodies and the chance to make me whole again Executer with my friend from the city of wind Machine choppin’ block blend all the cuts I pen Like a laureate, nobel, oh well, go tell Chicago tales with Add-2, haha One half of Act Proof We emcee, MC squared with the E in the front of it [?] see us runnin’ it with D. Rose Defroze, thawed out when we wrote Thawed out and we posed to haul out the bullshit Boozer, we rose to bring flows forth from Lake Michigan Late Registration, they hate when I’m penning shit Pimpin’ it, [?] derivative now walk it out trick [Hook] (On my way to find myself again)