Defari - Keep It On The Rise Lyrics
[defari]I got the funky-feel like b-realI put all in your head up [b-real] wit the pure raw skillFranklins are my favorite billsNo hands, my favorite type of windmillsOnly now and then do I drink champagneLike I said in big up I strictly *****s wit covaseaYou glamorous rappers are too sweetWit your rececycled beats and your styles that put me to sleepId rather listen to some brant greenAuthentic, not like you, got real meaningIm like the low-ridas, I like the oldiesYou know songs, like agony and ecstacy by smokeyYous a phony, I heard your singleCorny, like a thirty-second jingleHere comes the master of paragraphs on phonographsEvery letter, etched and sketched like an ancient tagYou know my heiroglyph, I got a higher giftYous a passenger tryin but never be a pilot[chorus] 2xAiyyo enoughs enough [fat joe]Word up, I dont frontI just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want[defari](what you need)Here, dont fear peep thisStep inside my mentals, bare witness to a lyricistSkilled technician, rhythmous techniqueAdvanced speak, I put mics in conditionThe streets always like hard beatsThat shit that make you move your neck when youre in car seatsMy star fleet, likwit familyYou sorry, like that game from milton-bradleyBound by honor, rollin mad bags of skamaIve never been the one for the jerry springer dramaNot an actor, just the greastest multiple factorThis rap games like a computer, and Im a hackerLinebacker, wit hits that hit like ltWatch the blitz, youll get a joe theisman injuryWhats all the glitter gear, meanwhile I wear and tearFor fanfare, while you rock eye liner and mascareChorus 4x[defari](see what you need)When it comes to real lyrics I know you cant hangWord to tash, Im from killa cali where niggas gangbangPlus slang more than words, nouns and verbsBut pure crystal lah, lah meazy herbsYou couldnt enter the saloon where brothas despise bafoonsYoure funny-style, this aint no cartoonThis is hard earned dues, word to guru and premierIm more than ten years deep, but now its my yearAiyyo enoughs enoughAiyyo heruts been long overdueBut instead these labels and fans have been *****in wit the likes of youYo dont mistake them, Im not no haterJust a truth-sayer, serve when vega woofer shakerA plees blower, live show flowerWit lyrics thatll blaze a whole crowd like a flame throwerChorus 4xAiyyo enoughs enoughWord up, I dont frontI give you what you want, what you need(I give you want you want)(I dont front) (what you need)
