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Keep it Like That
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Rittz
Featuring(s) : Vinnie Paz
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[Intro] Abracadabra, I sit on his knee. Presto Chango, and now he is me Hocus Pocus, we take her to bed. Magic is fun; we're dead [Verse 1:] Go follow me so we can travel back Before I started rappin fast and one these rappers try to battle rap Sneak dissin me? I'm not the punchin bag to jab I might respond, I might decide to come shoot up your bachelor pad Don't cut yourself, your compass filled with sharks and shattered glass I see you actin hard, I had to laugh It cracks me up so bad I gasp for breath I suggest you take your ass to actin class Your posin like them hoes do in a fashion ad for Maxim mag You actually have an ego? Who filled your head with natural gas? Your people? I know supposedly they have your back, but when the police flashed their badge They snitched and then confessing like the show on HBO with hidden cameras in the taxi Cab Snatch and grab your chain and snap your clasp, go back to braggin This time I'm mad, I'll smash your shell in half like I was crackin Kraft You like a rabbit in a magic hat, I'll disappear you After that, come back up here like nothing tragic happened bad The shit you rappin trash so after hackin you to pieces Imma bury you beneath a patch of grass in plastic bags Here come goodbye like Rascal Flats, that's the funeral song For anyone who do me wrong, make you a human voodoo doll And poke you up Who just saw the smoke come out the dual exhaust? You're coolin off. Leave you oozing, wounded, in a pool of blood You had thought. We ain't homies. We ain't used to talk I never said that I was cool with yall. Mother fucker [Hook:] Don't try to act like we was people Just because I seem cool You're fake and see through Cuz we ain't even people like that, nah Do you, I'll do me and we can keep it like that Some rappers that I meet seem to think that we're equal Your shit is weak dude and we ain't even equal like that Do you, I'll do me and we can keep it like that [Verse 2:] Get hijacked when I rap, like a commercial plane I'm higher than Kurt Cobain, inside of a Circle K Where the doctors blurt my name, man I'm certain that I heard it Went outside and saw a guy inside a Mercury emerging from the door He said, "I'm sorry to disturb you. I'm just nervous I'm a fan and I was hopin to converse with you and curse at you." But I'm just courteous. He said, "I rap, I'm sure that if you heard it you would sign me. Can I rhyme?" I told him, "Sure, I'm in a hurry. Spit a 12, no spit a 30." He took a breath and started Man, I thought I heard the words before and I ain't into hurting peoples feelings to discourage em This guy just might deserve it. Told him, "Stop". He told me, "What you thought?" I showed this guy no mercy, told him, "First thing... Your voice is so annoying that I feel like going back into the store to get some Aspirin cuz my head is throbbing The double time you're doing, you're destroying, shit was awful Trying to copy Tech and Hopsin, that's the worst impression of them My perception of you's ruined. I would rather step in front of someone doin 100 then to keep you going, I'm glad I stopped you Rappin ain't for you, I hope you graduated high school My advice is never rhyme to any girl that say they like you" But my advice to him went in one ear, the shit went right through The other ear, he said, "My homies say I sound just like you One day I'll have an album out that you can buy on Itunes And when I'm finally standing right beside you?" [Hook:] Don't try to act like we was people Just because I seem cool You're fake and see through Cuz we ain't even people like that, nah Do you, I'll do me and we can keep it like that Some rappers that I meet seem to think that we're equal Your shit is weak dude and we ain't even equal like that Do you, I'll do me and we can keep it like that [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, look, look Pay homage, ockie, honor the great You was raised by wolves and that's an honest mistake It was Sandinistas everywhere, the contras was fake This Mexican brujaria, I will conjure the snake This AR-15 awkwardly loud I was told spare the raw meat, you'll spoil the child See, the tree can't grow if the soil is foul This a aura check, homie, I will honor the owl The Hudson H9 put a halt like moratorium It's burnt bodies everywhere, it's a crematorium Study the past, I'm an authority, a historian Last supper y'all will be chantin' like the Gregorians Lay a muhfucka down, face in the dirt I'm a shooter, I will put your fuckin' face on a shirt I got fetty, homie, massive amounts He got hit with the 4-8, that's a half of an ounce Toma!
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