Up Hygh, Little Brother - Keep On lyrics

One time, for your mind let's get it going
Phonte, Big Pooh, Little Brother, that's how
We gonna do, one time, check it
Pure purpose put it down tonight and ah
Rick Skit's gonna put it down tonight
From NC to Stockholm back on the
Couch is my nigga Big Dho
Drop the beat cause he be po'

I keep tellin' my label
It ain't a sprint, it's a marathon homie
You ain't gotta verify to tell if I'm phony
The state of rap is garbage
Phonte's flow is so retarded
Jerry Lewis throws telethons for me
I'm only eight bars from my conclusion and
I'mma slow it down so I don't lose you niggas
Cause with or without a record deal
My wreckin' skills will turn your
Pleasantville to Fallujah nigga up Hygh
Hit me with a beat from that funk box
This kid is bonkers his flow is on lunch box
Cause y'all niggas must have forgot
Little Brother, motherfucker
Keep it bubblin' hot now turn me up

We just flow through your soul
We take you back to the days of Africa
We just flow lose control
Keep on, keep on and on

In the past four years
I grew a couple more and I shed a few tears
Drank a few beers smoked with my peers
Let the habit die
Just to bring it right back before
I put it to the side rocked a few shows
Fucked a few hoes
Spent a lot of money on shoes and clothes
Did I need them A-1's? Probably not I suppose
But when niggas get doe, you know how it goes
Had an album in the stores (Really?)
Well, not many but next time round guarantee
There'll be plenty and this is the skinny
One, that big boy put your hands in the air
Make some motherfuckin' noise

We just flow through your soul
We take you back to the days of Africa
We just flow lose control
Keep on, keep on and on