Kept — текст песни (Eyedea and Abilities)

*We gon` keep it raw*

[Verse 1]
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 No Name, 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 unvoluntary droolin`
Say I`m stupid for entertain 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 sing(?)
So biters 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 mel`(?) or my man
So Abilities, let me hear you make some funky music with your hands

*Ooo you love it!*

Wall lights(?), 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, raff-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