Eyedea, Abilities - Kept lyrics
[Eyedea, Abilities - Kept lyrics]
I'm a b-boy, that's the best way to define me
Born in 81' been rhymin' since the early 90s
And I don't plan on stoppin' any time soon
That's why fools try to be down with my crew
But, you recitin' feeble chatter
Either that or beatin' off peace to KNONAM
Breathin' patterns that'll leave 'em lost
I keep a choke chain on the peoples 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 upon your mic skills
You rap slowly homey
No regard for what's ill
Still I hope you're not the
Nicest of your teammates
I'm your worst nightmare
You like a whack emcees dream date
A walkin' target, plus an awful artist
What you talk is often fuckin' 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 tryin' to put the fun back in
Turntablism, lyricism, ain't no gun packin'
It's hard to swallow even my simple sentence
So bitin's not recommended by 9
Out of 10 dentists
I step on snakes and yes I'll
Make a mess on tape cassettes
With my brother ain't no other quite
Like my mellow my man so Abilities
Let me hear you make some
Funky music with your hands ooo you love it!
War like, solo, drums, and vocals
Guaranteed to put your attention span
In a choke hold, peace
We just representin' for all
The Hip-Hoppers worldwide
Emcees, DJs, b-boys, graff-writers
Everybody in the house
Yeah, Blueprint in the house
Uh, huh, Day Light in the house
Uh, huh, E Wok in the house
Yeah, Mr dibbs in the house
Uh, huh, X-Cal in the house
Uhh, Abomination's in the house
Uhh, Head Shots in the house
Yeah, Rhymesayers and we out, PEACE
Born in 81' been rhymin' since the early 90s
And I don't plan on stoppin' any time soon
That's why fools try to be down with my crew
But, you recitin' feeble chatter
Either that or beatin' off peace to KNONAM
Breathin' patterns that'll leave 'em lost
I keep a choke chain on the peoples 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 upon your mic skills
You rap slowly homey
No regard for what's ill
Still I hope you're not the
Nicest of your teammates
I'm your worst nightmare
You like a whack emcees dream date
A walkin' target, plus an awful artist
What you talk is often fuckin' 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 tryin' to put the fun back in
Turntablism, lyricism, ain't no gun packin'
It's hard to swallow even my simple sentence
So bitin's not recommended by 9
Out of 10 dentists
I step on snakes and yes I'll
Make a mess on tape cassettes
With my brother ain't no other quite
Like my mellow my man so Abilities
Let me hear you make some
Funky music with your hands ooo you love it!
War like, solo, drums, and vocals
Guaranteed to put your attention span
In a choke hold, peace
We just representin' for all
The Hip-Hoppers worldwide
Emcees, DJs, b-boys, graff-writers
Everybody in the house
Yeah, Blueprint in the house
Uh, huh, Day Light in the house
Uh, huh, E Wok in the house
Yeah, Mr dibbs in the house
Uh, huh, X-Cal in the house
Uhh, Abomination's in the house
Uhh, Head Shots in the house
Yeah, Rhymesayers and we out, PEACE