Corrección Letra Keep it Like That par Rittz

Featuring(s) : Vinnie Paz

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Letra

[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?"

[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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