Keep It Relevant

Lyrics

[Intro: Urthboy] Breathe it in Urthboy and El Gusto and I must flow (Get your head up, come on, hey!) [?] something like [Verse 1: Urthboy] I never ever entered any beauty contest And I never gave a shit about a supermodel search And this verse first busted on my twenty-third birthday Earned some cash for rent, now it's rehashed and bent Spent like government cents in the bank Out the bank like the Kelly gang, the teller said, "Thanks" I crank it up like the PA at a death metal gig This is no lecture or a lesson, I'll just pull off your wig You wanna show the world your flow, bro? First, get a [?] I listened to your whole album, and it wasn't that great Haven't dug into crates as much as searching my mind You're looking for the perfect beat, I'm looking for the perfect rhyme [?] patient, practice takes exercise It's like tryna look at someone with the sun in your eyes I'd never compromise integrity, I'm not a sellout And my perspective is in firm, check, no penthouse So get the hell out like a rabbit at the races These greyhounds in suits got murder written all over their faces Stressed out like paces, place your fake beef Create an image from the simplest speech, it takes weeks I beat the drum like single mum 'til exhausted Devoted to what's important, what's my calling? So caution, I'm forced in and trampling like elephants You wanna contribute, son? Then keep it relevant [Chorus: Urthboy] You're gonna use your effort and your time, use your wretched little mind Don't forget your spine and get the rhythm relevant You wanna rock the spot and give the people what they want But who cares what you give 'em 'less you get the rhythm relevant You're gonna use your effort and your time, use your wretched little mind Don't forget your spine and get the rhythm relevant You wanna rock the spot and give the people what they want But who cares what you give 'em 'less you get the rhythm relevant [Post-Chorus: Pressure] I keep it relevant Keep it relevant I'm done keeping it real, I keep it relevant [Verse 2: Urthboy] This is for the people and only for the people to consume It's a method of relaxing, spark 'em up and write tunes It's just a little thing we developed in our rooms Voice, pen, pad and computer, tools of a user Machinery accompanies the raucous and thoughts And vocal rhymes, a pleasing little fiery collision Isn't it? "I wanna rip the mic up to bits" I wanna dance like a breaker with wings on their hips Surely we don't need another half-arsed, brain-dead Well-dressed breastfed volume annoying emcee On the stage talking Benzies, cash flows and cars In a wack-induced frenzy, write your own stars Please, man, don't even tempt me, you cut yourself in half With your empty bag of battle raps that's tearing us apart Not looking for the last laugh nor the past etiquette I'm just here to contribute and keep it relevant [Chorus: Urthboy] You're gonna use your effort and your time, use your wretched little mind Don't forget your spine and get the rhythm relevant You wanna rock the spot and give the people what they want But who cares what you give 'em 'less you get the rhythm relevant You're gonna use your effort and your time, use your wretched little mind Don't forget your spine and get the rhythm relevant You wanna rock the spot and give the people what they want But who cares what you give 'em 'less you get the rhythm relevant (One, two, [?]) [Verse 3: Urthboy] This is for the losers and the bruisers who just play to win Their skills built from useless, now take 'em in Improvised on the fly, no, there's no instructions to read And no [?] to be in doubt, plus no [?] Another day, December 31, the time has been felt Another year has passed him by, [?] ring of a bell Am I that much older or that much an extrovert? I'm at clubs or etcetera, bum-rushing for a verse I'm not a rambler, microphone fiend shit chatterer Not a pro nor an amateur, I'm not a barrister More like Ozi Batla, live and full-frontal Got the flows mixed with substance to confront you We run through like streakers, freak the whole show Not a game, ladies and gents, it's all about the pros That's in poetry sense, plus some samplers computers Here to alienate the damn pop consumers Lessons but no tuners, all day with the Biro With or without hyrdo, filling out the rhyme book Just wait for the side look, I'm runnin' at you like an elephant If you wanna contribute, then make it relevant [Outro: Pressure] I'm done keeping it real I keep it relevant I'm done keeping it real— Real, I keep it relevant I'm done I'm done keeping it real, I keep it relevant I'm done keeping it real, I keep it relevant I keep it relevant I keep it relevant Keep it relevant Relevant, relevant I keep it relevant I keep it relevant