Keep It on the Rise

I got the funky feel like B-Real

I put all in your head up wit the pure raw skill

Franklins are my favorite bills

No hands, my favorite type of windmillsOnly now and then do I drink champagne

Like I said in Big Up, I strictly fucks wit Covasea

You glamorous rappers are too sweet

Wit your recycled beats and your styles that put me to sleepI'd rather listen to some Brant Green

Authentic, not like you, got real meaning

I'm like the low-ridas, I like the oldies

You know songs, like Agony and Ecstasy by SmokeyYou's a phony, I heard your single

Corny, like a thirty-second jingle

Here comes the master of paragraphs on phonographsEvery letter, etched and sketched like an ancient tag

You know my hieroglyph, I got a higher gift

You's a passenger tryin but never be a pilotAiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front

I just keep it on the rise and give you what you want

Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front

I just keep it on the rise and give you what you want(What you need)

Here, don't fear peep this

Step inside my mentals, bare witness to a lyricist

Skilled technician, rhythmous technique

Advanced speak, I put mics in conditionThe streets always like hard beats

That shit that make you move your neck when you're in car seats

My star fleet, Likwit family

You sorry, like that game from Milton-BradleyBound by honor, rollin' mad bags of skama

I've never been the one for the Jerry Springer drama

Not an actor, just the greatest multiple factor

This rap game's like a computer, and I'm a hackerLinebacker, wit hits that hit like LT

Watch the blitz, you'll get a Joe Theisman injury

What's all the glitter gear, meanwhile I wear and tear

For fanfare, while you rock eye liner and mascaraAiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front

I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want

Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front

I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you wantAiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front

I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want

Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front

I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want(See what you need)

When it comes to real lyrics I know you can't hang

Word to Tash, I'm from Killa Cali where niggas gang bang

Plus slang more than words, nouns and verbs

But pure crystal lah, lah meazy herbsYou couldn't enter the saloon where brothas despise bafoons

You're funny-style, this ain't no cartoon

This is Hard Earned dues, word to Guru and Premier

I'm more than ten years deep, but now it's my yearAiyyo enough's enough, aiyyo Herut's been long overdue

But instead these labels and fans have been fuckin wit the likes of you

Yo don't mistake them, I'm not no haterJust a truth-sayer, serve when Vega woofer shaker

A plees blower, live show flower

Wit lyrics that'll blaze a whole crowd like a flame throwerAiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front

I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want

Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front

I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you wantAiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front

I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want

Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front

I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you wantAiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front

I give you what you want, what you need

(I give you want you want, I don't front)

(What you need)