Keep Pouring

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Matrix] Sometimes I wish I could Stop the world from spinning and step out of it Kick it off its axis and stagger these rappers off-balance But, instead, I challenge by pouring advanced skills by the gallons I add, and no one has a chance a-gainst this A-mazing, A-L-L action. Also, instead Of babbling like gossiping bitches swallowing final wishes And hard-rock dreams of crack cream from fiends, I Verbally break up emcees like dysfunctional families So get with this different mix like seeds from interractial Relationships, I draw crowds. At the same time, I erase kids I discriminate like a racist a-gainst these basic Lyricists that are cleaning out my wax, clogging my ears up With tasteless tunes, flavorless buffoons That are talkative, skills far from walkative. When it comes to battling I don't give a fuck like a virgin practicing sexual Abstinence 'cause, in my eyes, your presence makes no appearance Like absent students who went to join the Uneducational rookies playing hooky with those perpetrating Niggas going bananas, influenced by cannabis You're far from notorious, far from victorious, far from glamorous Far from glorious, niggas waste time, telling fiction Stories about what they pack on their waistline while I Occupy minds by leaving these rappers worn-out like hand-me-downs I slam these clowns permanently and leave competition On the hush like a suburban library I'm a perfect candidate, nominating for dominating these Toy thugs packing a fraud gun and a clip full Of fakes, shooting full-of-shit bullets [Hook] (x2) Sometimes, I wish I could stop the world from spinning and step out of it Kick it off its axis and stagger these rappers off-balance But, instead, I challenge by pouring advanced skills by the gallons Keep pouring, keep, keep pouring [Verse 2: A-Butta] Yo, I pray To God for all my enemies (All my enemies), I squeeze my vocal chords Until my voice box lets out hypnotic melodies and keep My eyes chinky like Vietnamese inhaling trees, believe In faith and wisdom, and stay away from Satanism I abuse those who choose to use forms of plagiarism Worship me like paganism, don't deceive my brain with izm A and Matrix got it on lock, so count your days in prison I don't care what niggas say. This nigga A will live the day the simple way True lyrics, no need to let the trigger spray Retaliate and strike back as if I was a ricochet. Matter of fact I just let my lyrics say who's A-Butta while others Try to figure ways to discover how true brothers master facts And how many heads my rap attracts, I counterattack The rap like cataracts with eyesight, get in the Zone Deeper than Twilight when I grab the mic tight What I write tonight will bring hip-hop back to its origins While mortal men stay delicate like porcelain, lyrics Get sicker than the mind of Dr. Kevorkian, my thoughts Are blending in (Like what?) like camouflage in war terrain I torture your brain, scorching flames when I call your name. Hip-hop Is sure to change, and when it does, I'm sure my name will probably Run through your vein, I shine like polyurethane. What's contained Inside my brain'll constantly put crews to shame, then You wonder who's to blame when you the main reason why Y'all hear bums speaking, leave your eardrums bleeding When I hear drums beating, the surface of my cerebrum Penetrates like a parasite, sounds through satellites (All day, all night) Lyrical syllables I sacrifice On this mic device, I get slicker than Andrew Dice and switch Your style like hermaphrodites, from models to dykes Why do rappers say they rappers when they all rap alike? To me That's nonsense, that's why I drops sense when I grab the mic And go through those rhymes like po-nine through traffic lights, my rap Ignites insight which will paralyze spines Tranquilize lines, lyricism gratifies minds. Some niggas Laugh at my rhymes, but half of the time, they ignorant Insignificant, fake hip-hop hypocrites, illiterate Exquisite lyrics get deep to the touch Get that crust out of your eyes, you've been sleeping too much You killed my people enough in this forbidden industry Which, to me, is the epitome (Of what?) of what we call wickedry And misery, me, myself, and I blesséd trinity Test me lyrically and end up critically wounded Bless tunes with scriptures that were written in cuneiform, my flow Is legendary similar to myths of unicorn, po-nine Is really swine disguised in uniform. You've been born Into a world with no axis, A and Matrix With no practice, our flow tactics will put Rappers below average while I stay above the curve Showdowns with pronouns, plus I make love to verbs [Hook] (x2) Sometimes, I wish I could stop the world from spinning and step out of it Kick it off its axis and stagger these rappers off-balance But, instead, I challenge by pouring advanced skills by the gallons Keep pouring, keep, keep pouring