Kept

*We gon' keep it raw* [Verse 1] I'm a b-boy, that's the best way to define me Born in 81' been rhymin' since the early 90s And I don't plan on stoppin' any time soon That's why fools try to be down with my crew But you recitin' feeble chatter, either that or beatin' off Peace to No Name, breathin' patterns that'll leave 'em lost I keep a choke chain on the peoples thoughts Teach the whole game how to read between the chalk Okay we so crazy don't play me just pay me you babies I break teeth on fake freaks and maybe, just maybe you might live That's solely dependent upon your mic skills You rap slowly homey, no regard for what's ill Still I hope you're not the nicest of your teammates I'm your worst nightmare, you like a whack emcees dream date A walkin' target, plus an awful artist What you talk is often fuckin' garbage The public regrets the fact they have to hear your music What you call spittin' looks more like involuntary droolin' Say I'm stupid for entertainin' rumors But I heard you give your favorite producer Head in trade for his creative juices We makin' music, just tryin' to put the fun back in Turntablism, lyricism, ain't no gun packin' It's hard to swallow even my simple sentence So bitin's not recommended by 9 out of 10 dentists I step on snakes and yes I'll make a mess on tape cassettes With my brother ain't no other quite like my mellow my man So Abilities, let me hear you make some funky music with your hands *Ooo you love it!* War like, solo, drums, and vocals Guaranteed to put your attention span in a choke hold, peace We just representin' for all the hip-hoppers worldwide Emcees, DJs, b-boys, graff-writers, everybody in the house Yeah, Blueprint in the house Uh-huh, Day Light in the house Uh-huh, E-Wok in the house Yeah, Mr. Dibbs in the house Uh-huh, X-Cal[?] in the house Uhh, Abomination's in the house Uhh, Head Shots in the house Yeah, Rhymesayers and we out, PEACE