Kept

I'm a b-boy

That's the best way to define me

Born in '81, been rhymin' since the early 90's

And I don't plan on stoppin' any time soon

That's why fools try to be down with my crew

What you recitin' feeble chatter (?), either that or beatin' off

Peace to no-name breathin' patterns that'll leave 'em lost

I keep a choke-chain on the people's thoughts

Teach the whole game how to read between the chalk

Okay, we so crazy, don't play me, just pay me you babies

I break teeth on fake freaks (?), and maybe, just maybe, you might live

That's solely dependent on you mic skills

You rap slowly homie, no regard for what's ill

Still I hope you're not the nicest of you teammates

I'm your worst nightmare, you're like a whack MC's dream date

A walking target, plus an awful artist, what you talk is often fucking garbage

The public regrets the fact they have to hear your music

What you call spittin' looks more like involuntary droolin'

Say I'm stupid for entertainin' rumors but I heard you give your favorite producer head in trade for his creative juices

We makin' music, just tryna put the fun back in

Turntablism, lyricism, ain't no gun packin'

It's hard to swallow, even my simple sing(?)

So bitin's not recommended by 9 out of 10 dentists

I step on snakes any yes I make a mess on tape cassettes with

My brother, ain't no other quite like my mellow, my man

So Abilities, lemme hear you make some funky music with your hands

Wall lights(?), solo, drums and vocals

Guaranteed to put your attention span in a choke-hold

PEACE

We just representin' for the hip-hoppers world-wide, MC's, DJ's, b-boys, raff-writers, everybody in the house

Yeah, Blueprint in the house, uh-huh

Daylight in the house, uh-huh

E-Wok in the house, yeah

Mr. Dibbs in the house, uh-huh

X-Cal in the house, uh

Abomination's in the house, uh

Headshot's in the house, yeah

Rhymesayers and we out, PEACE