We Keep On

Lyrics

It's the DJ MC production All right From London to the NYC, you checking we? Meet the MC on the M-I-C, flowing lovely They, the DJs, we go rolling with Touché Laid tracks in '92, now we coming back for you So can you get into the style that you really see Some positive MCs, MCs without no gun, see? We running through these rolling wild streets where we live With smiles kid, let me break it down onto my best Go get your knife, sir. Go make many holes inside my chest Lay the fuzzy head to rest, spirits gonna fly Walk around the city streets, unafraid to die Eye in eye, step onto the M, I play no roles Cause this role is natural from this way into the pop This is hip hop. Maybe it's a hit or it's a flop According to the charts, but the charts don't play no part To this feeling in the heart. Remember, this is art don't even start Your [?] is judging it, my shit is real I'm appealing to the mass, so the shit got mass appeal And maybe not, still my families I got DJ, MC everything is lovely The days of getting slept on, are dead because we keep on (Keep on) The days of getting slept on, are dead because we keep on (Keep on) The days of getting slept on, are dead because we keep on (Keep on) The days of getting slept on, are dead because- Because (keep), because (keep), because (keep) Because we keep on I've been here and do this for 2000 years Now the police in me up want me to throw away my Earth score The crazy man, do they not know the way I rock Three o'clock, roadblock, got my orders in my jock But still they searching out now, surely they will find My booty smoke my booty. Now my booty is in my mind All the time, everything I'm longing for is mine And that's a crime on earth? I'm doing time But I'm destined for greater blessings, learn my lessons Trust them, my lessons ain't no half stepping On the streets, I know just what to do; there ain't no guessing Or false obsessions. This crazy booty sessions With so many crews that I forgot about the crews Sharing many blessings from the Muslims to the Jews Here's a clue, home boy, to the level of my level Black man, Latin man, white man, ain't the devil The days of getting slept on But I see several every day. (Are dead because we keep on) That's another story anyway. (Keep on) Peace out to my man Rico. (The days of getting slept on, are dead because we keep on) My homeboy Touche. (Keep on) The days of getting slept on, are dead because we keep on (Keep on) The days of getting slept on, are dead because we keep keep, ke-keep, (Keep on) keep keep, keep on