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We Keep On

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My style is propietery, dietary plan/
is to fry up every man that opposes/
I see 'em all in binary, saionara to insanitary/
garbage emcees all across the planetary/
sweet and rich like Cantibury Eggs, my vocabulary/
packed with various, hilarious remarks/
I'm nefarious for carryin' you marks/
like a chariot, hover like the (Harrier)/
then break the sound barrier/
legendary like a Larry, leave you hanging by a larriat/
I bury you like your name was subterrainian/
alien, mamalian evolving daily neosapien/
cranium creating enough rhymes to fill a stadium/
daily rythym is circadian/
either chillin' with my lady or/
my main men dawg, we spread the mania/
night-breed, performing up in Transylvania/

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We keep on smashing these rhymes/

hoping our people get past the street life/

Gemini 'til I die-I/
6-9, and I always been a fly guy/
S.O.C. Mob in my heart, thinkin' Qua-Live/
know the names 'cause it's where a nigga started/
Eric (rock), and don't forget Jeff Waugh/
Randolph, and I'll always love FlaVA/
that includes Jamaal, Big Carter/
special shot to my Man Lance Johnson/
c'mon Man, call Allen Mama/
get back my nigga, fuck Georgia/
VA where to stay, and you know that/
M-a-x-well be my Godson/
livin' reasons bein' why the hell I'm rhyming/
love Margarita B. forever/
god damn it I'm'a always have Cancer/
never full-blown, so it doesn't matter/
what does is I gotta go at the/
powers that be in a geek fashion/
meaning I be smarter than average/
as I keep patience all up in the balance/
and I link passion with the action/
meant for spit-spattin'/
Roll up on these boys that dare they keep casting/
Stones at my bones like I was Mick Jagger/
magazine these niggaz without the talk gats of/

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We keep on smashing these rhymes/
hoping our people get past the street life/

Everyday I contemplate about how I gotta dominate/
the industry to me is shifty as Nixon is to Watergate/
call it fate that I'm raw as rape/
and it's hard as slate to see me/
on the mic I'm Tim Hardaway/
cuz I cross and break easy/
these informer niggaz can hardly wait to call the jakes/
and get us all locked away/
you rotten snake/ see the problem ain't/
as simple as black and white, it's more like red and blue/
these crooked cops be comin' with cuffs and countless clips to let 'em loose/
stand up to the system - you might be serving time for tellin' truth/
you know they wanna make us members of the life sentence crew/
"serving and protecting" who?, disrespectin' dudes/
their mentality is "y'all just better do/
what we tell u to!", 2 hell with you/
I'm tryin' to set an example for my peepz/
tryin' to make that cash up in the streets/
gettin' harassed by these police/
they wanna see us killing each other, doin' dirt y'all/
but is it worth all/
the lives you're destroying to buy your first car?/
comin' up is hard, everybody knows that life ain't easy yo/
but I'd rather sell beats & flows, inspire you & see you grow/
than kill my own kind as a street pharmacist and live/
having problems with my Wiz/
puttin' that karma on my kids/

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We keep on smashing these rhymes/
hoping our people get past the street life/