Defari - Keep It On The Rise lyrics
[Defari - Keep It On The Rise lyrics]
I got the funky feel like B-Real
I put "all in your head up"
B-Real wit the pure raw skill
Franklins are my favorite bills
No hands, my favorite type of windmills
Only now and then do I drink champagne
Like I said in Big Up
I strictly fucks wit Corvosier
You glamorous rappers are too sweet
Wit your recycled beats and your styles
That put me to sleep
I'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 Ecstacy by Smokey
You's a phony, I heard your single
Corny, like a thirty-second jingle
Here comes the master of
Paragraphs on phonographs every letter
Etched and sketched like an ancient tag
You know my heiroglyph, I got a higher gift
You's a passenger tryin' but never be a pilot
"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 condition
The 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-Bradley
Bound 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 hacker
Linebacker, wit hit's 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 mascare
(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 gangbang
Plus slang more than words, nouns and verbs
But pure crystal lah, lah meazy herbs
You 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 year "Aiyyo 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 hater
Just a truth-sayer, Cerwin Vega woofer shaker
A plees blower, live show flower
Wit lyrics that'll blaze a whole
Crowd like a flame thrower
"Aiyyo 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)
I put "all in your head up"
B-Real wit the pure raw skill
Franklins are my favorite bills
No hands, my favorite type of windmills
Only now and then do I drink champagne
Like I said in Big Up
I strictly fucks wit Corvosier
You glamorous rappers are too sweet
Wit your recycled beats and your styles
That put me to sleep
I'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 Ecstacy by Smokey
You's a phony, I heard your single
Corny, like a thirty-second jingle
Here comes the master of
Paragraphs on phonographs every letter
Etched and sketched like an ancient tag
You know my heiroglyph, I got a higher gift
You's a passenger tryin' but never be a pilot
"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 condition
The 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-Bradley
Bound 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 hacker
Linebacker, wit hit's 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 mascare
(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 gangbang
Plus slang more than words, nouns and verbs
But pure crystal lah, lah meazy herbs
You 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 year "Aiyyo 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 hater
Just a truth-sayer, Cerwin Vega woofer shaker
A plees blower, live show flower
Wit lyrics that'll blaze a whole
Crowd like a flame thrower
"Aiyyo 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)