Keep On

Lyrics

[Intro] Yes! In America, all MCs stay out of the basement Look at the bricks on the wall and notice When you hit your head on a speaker You'll start to be a real dope freaker And check it out as the rhymes written on red and black ink and yellow paper You'll start to notice the lyrical content of the mental duress [Verse 1: Bobbito] I'm a lyrical baby injector, satirical lady selector, defector Select your impurity, mad soliloquy (Inexplicable) of a nemesis MC Errorless MD embodiment I can't see My realms too deficient of illuminatory missions to write a story I'm missing cranial fluids Insufficient I can't sell tickets when I'm playing ball I rock shock in the house yes yes y'all So Don you know you're mellow and smoking Grab the mic and get the shit wide open [Verse 2: Godfather Don] Check the image spiritual scrimmage There is more raw more than god force And it's to reveal damage when souls are banished Picture the originator of data or data doesn't matter Imitators are splattered as it goes of laughter Abrase and bust through past dues in decomposition Incisions are made with blades But fates and religions, religions, religions, re-religions Rogue organisms affect epidermi Why learn my speech when in turn I burn eyes Teach the deaf, dumb, and blind plus benign mind rhymes design Fine lines for blind minds I used to deny signs of the second coming Verbs to have herb's rectums running I left 'em humming So Bob get on the mic and do me justice Take the mic and bust this [Verse 3: Bobbito] I walk in peace with the passion Metamorphosize into earphone speakers I'm crashing A metamorphosis of course is this Awful bliss that keeps people living like corpseses I block anyone from sun to sun Gonna rock to the rhythm 'til I just begun I'm gonna get on out, I'm gonna get on up Gonna jerk my dick, haha, say what? [Verse 4: Godfather Don] All types of stripes are giving for your less than immaculate living The rap you was kicking got shit hot in Hell's Kitchen Now stools from brew brains The loop frames and you can't get it Right ventricle laid bleed it Right, right, you left defeated Never claimed to be peril whenever the benevolence severs limbs to ends of benevolence The evidence that remains The busted frames in flames Some torture, confession, revelation Now bite the shit I bought ya You get lifted 'cause you can't do what I do So Bob get on the mic and wreck shit, it's about you [Verse 5: Bobbito] Start to finish I diminish and devise a wise lie lies inside the either divide or despise Dispose the clothes that shows the open proposal I propagate with propane [?] disposal Party people peoples in the place to be Are gonna rock to the rhythm to the T.O.P And to my future family, hope we stay thick Until that day I'm gonna jerk my dick [Outro] Ow, ow, ow, I keep on, I keep on, keep on Godfather Don your word is bond to the break of dawn Get on, get on, get on Yeah, yeah, you know how it is, got to keep on To [?], got to keep on To Bobbito, you gotta keep on To Sketchy A, you gotta keep on Don't forget the TEC, you gotta keep on Girl gypsy, we gotta keep on To Phil [?], we gotta keep on And don't forget the other ladies, gotta keep on You know how it is, we gotta keep on Yeah, to the unborn children, all the hungry children All the crackers and cheese, all the milkshakes and jello and ice cream, keep on Word, to all you rancid psychologists that don't know the intrical intricacies of the brain, the mental duress You need to go back to your books and study You'll never be a father, children, get it? Get it? Got it? Duhhh, ah! To all the [?] and jaundice and overflowing maxillas and mandibles... squeeze 'em