Keep It On The Rise Lyrics - Singles - Defari

I got the funky feel like B-Real 

I put all in your head up 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 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 Ecstasy 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 hieroglyph, 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 

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 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 mascara 

Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front 

I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want 

Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front 

I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want 

Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front 

I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want 

Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front 

I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want 

(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 gang bang 

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 

Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front 

I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want 

Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front 

I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want 

Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front 

I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want 

Aiyyo enough's enough, word up, I don't front 

I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want 

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)