Keep It On The Rise Lyrics by Defari

Keep It On The Rise Lyrics

    [defari]
    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 covasea
    You glamorous rappers are too sweet
    Wit your rececycled 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

    [chorus] 2x
    "aiyyo enough's enough" [fat joe]
    Word up, i don't front
    I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want

    [defari]
    (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 greastest multiple factor
    This rap game's like a computer, and i'm a hacker
    Linebacker, wit hits 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

    Chorus 4x

    [defari]
    (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, serve when vega woofer shaker
    A plees blower, live show flower
    Wit lyrics that'll blaze a whole crowd like a flame thrower

    Chorus 4x

    "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)

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