Homeboy Sandman, Mystro (USA) - Keep it Real lyrics
[Homeboy Sandman, Mystro USA - Keep it Real lyrics]
BREAK!
Knock knock, who's there? Salvador Sand
A lot of flows but I don't
Know them all off hand my pot of gold do not
Have no leprechaun guard i'm not alone
You might as well leapt upon god
My ball of wax is made of
Wax so it change shapes
My seat at mass is made of
Mass so it change states
What always lasts it's always mass
So it takes space
And always has whatever hazard
That takes place when roads fork
I take a sec and think of
Roads that I done walked
Then pick a way, im not afraid
Where i'll end at, i stay in shape
It it don't work i'll just walk back
Every month I roam, can't stick to one pad
And everything i own all fit's in one bag
I keep warm without withdrawing at no bank
And go on and on without drawing no blanks
Can't always believe what you see
It's hard to believe but it's not true that
Everybody's trying to keep it real
Wait who's that
It's My-stiggy with the riddle
These swines can try catch it
Like piggy in the middle
I never claimed real spit then
Bring a little dribble
Or say i pulled more strings
Than diddy with a fiddle
The cap sputin and rap smooth
Been a deadly mix between bat
Spootin and rap sputin
It's a shame how hip hop
Has become a playground
Full of black students who wack
Truer that lack schoolin
Now everybody and their mum is
Tryna be the man
With mannerisms of a peter pan
And yo the same gang who
Swore theyre not on the
Band wagon Watching other cats walk
And following that fashion
To the middle of the field
Where they usually so corn
Cultivated break down and use
It in most forms not here to make sure that
Pollution is no mores
That GOAT in sheep's clothing tootin'
His own horn like
Can't always be what you see
It's hard to believe but it's not true that
Everybody's trying to keep it real
Lord of the flies the mighty just caught
The 4 or the 5 my fort is fortified
I benefit from mixed fire and ice
That's all brink and morter of the mind
Could probably turn water to wine
I represent to get more out of life
It gives me something to do but
All noons mornings and nights
My powers been fully bestowed
So im staying put standing in
Barefoot in the snow (ahh)
Wild side is where i reside
You gon have something to say
Either way i decide
So why hit pay dirt and take in the sights
And if it ain't major im lettin it slide
Mash up prayers and hopes
Broke so long i prefer layers to coats
And im not scared so i get stares and jokes
But ill be upstairs way
Before mayors and popes (wee)
Knock knock, who's there? Salvador Sand
A lot of flows but I don't
Know them all off hand my pot of gold do not
Have no leprechaun guard i'm not alone
You might as well leapt upon god
My ball of wax is made of
Wax so it change shapes
My seat at mass is made of
Mass so it change states
What always lasts it's always mass
So it takes space
And always has whatever hazard
That takes place when roads fork
I take a sec and think of
Roads that I done walked
Then pick a way, im not afraid
Where i'll end at, i stay in shape
It it don't work i'll just walk back
Every month I roam, can't stick to one pad
And everything i own all fit's in one bag
I keep warm without withdrawing at no bank
And go on and on without drawing no blanks
Can't always believe what you see
It's hard to believe but it's not true that
Everybody's trying to keep it real
Wait who's that
It's My-stiggy with the riddle
These swines can try catch it
Like piggy in the middle
I never claimed real spit then
Bring a little dribble
Or say i pulled more strings
Than diddy with a fiddle
The cap sputin and rap smooth
Been a deadly mix between bat
Spootin and rap sputin
It's a shame how hip hop
Has become a playground
Full of black students who wack
Truer that lack schoolin
Now everybody and their mum is
Tryna be the man
With mannerisms of a peter pan
And yo the same gang who
Swore theyre not on the
Band wagon Watching other cats walk
And following that fashion
To the middle of the field
Where they usually so corn
Cultivated break down and use
It in most forms not here to make sure that
Pollution is no mores
That GOAT in sheep's clothing tootin'
His own horn like
Can't always be what you see
It's hard to believe but it's not true that
Everybody's trying to keep it real
Lord of the flies the mighty just caught
The 4 or the 5 my fort is fortified
I benefit from mixed fire and ice
That's all brink and morter of the mind
Could probably turn water to wine
I represent to get more out of life
It gives me something to do but
All noons mornings and nights
My powers been fully bestowed
So im staying put standing in
Barefoot in the snow (ahh)
Wild side is where i reside
You gon have something to say
Either way i decide
So why hit pay dirt and take in the sights
And if it ain't major im lettin it slide
Mash up prayers and hopes
Broke so long i prefer layers to coats
And im not scared so i get stares and jokes
But ill be upstairs way
Before mayors and popes (wee)