I Keep On (feat. Pharoahe Monch & Pete Rock)

Pete Rock, this one's for the crew

Pete Rock, this one's for the crew

Pete Rock, this one's for the crew

Pete Rock, this one's, Rock, this one's for the

The verbal illustrator

Nobody's skill is greater

I kill a hater, rip him up in a gorilla nature

I'm still a major threat, suicide facilitator

Nobody iller or greater with a vanilla flavor (Ah yeah)

Resurrection of rap, the rehabilitator

I spit a verse that'll hit the earth and drill a crater (Come on)

Miles deep, styles seep into the core

Competition want me dead, so I'm sleeping on the floor (Ugh)

This is deeper than before, Creature Feature of gore

Defeat ya, like you invited the grim reaper to war

I'm more the vicious, swear the fuck to God, I be warning bitches

You get morning sickness, you leaving with abortion stitches

It'll take a forklift to lift this organ

If this whore could fit it deeper in her butt than in the porno business (Just listen)

Whether you powder sniff, or got a mouth full of Guinness

You better bow to this like I'm living on Mount Olympus

I keep on for the fans of the realness

Throw up your hands in the air if you feel this

I keep on to maintain tradition

The same, never change as long as they're listenin'

Pete Rock, this one's for the crew

Pete Rock, this one's for the crew

Pete Rock, this one's for the crew

Pete Rock, this one's for the crew

Let me be totally honest

You wanna know what made me demonic?

I made it through Reganomics you could tell, glistinen'

Pistol to my head listening to the Delfonics

Guliani shipped men to the pen, felt infinite

But I embraced the ballpoint pen to write sentences

You smell me? You understand what set this is?

Peep the

Life sentences

Pharoahe and Apathy is like a virus, Mcaffee

Attacking your faculty back to back, decapatating

Gradually, actually, I'm a rappin' fanatic, slash mathematician

With a chronic lung condition

When I breathe, you would never believe he's asthmatic (Yeah)

Fuck it, I'm stuck inside the 90's

Still got Perelli's

Rock with 2pac in the Bay

Not alot you could tell me

Cock the snub nose, put it in your mouth like Akinyele

Yo, I keep on for the fans of the realness

Throw up your hands in the air if you feel this

I keep on to maintain tradition

The same, never change as long as they're listenin'

Pete Rock, this one's for the crew

Pete Rock, this one's for the crew

Pete Rock, this one's for the crew

Pete Rock, this, Rock, this one's for the

For them bitches backstage pulling boobs from bras

The applause from the fans and the ooh's and ahh's

For the morons that think I won't bruise their jaws

We got machetes on deck and Freddy Krueger claws (Come on)

Bomb strapped and attached to your fuselage

We used to rob before this little music job

For the Pharoahe fanatics from Philly to France

The females with fat asses that fill up their pants

From Philly to France, who's feelin' it

They fill up their pants

B-boy stance, we chill in it

I'm still an advanced

Lyricist, the silhouette syllables, I kill with a glance

With the Mcgilla Gorilla Glue and a pen when I chant

Militant, Mohammed, the Thrilla In Manila when I vomit

A Jagged Little Pill (Isn't it ironic?)

You little maggot, I'm ill, the protagonist

The bionic, Pharoahe Monch, the iconic

Yo, I keep on for the fans of the realness

Throw up your hands in the air if you feel this

I keep on to maintain tradition

The same, never change as long as they're listenin'

Pete Rock, this one's for the crew

Pete Rock, this one's for the crew

Pete Rock, this one's for the crew

Pete Rock, this, Rock, this one's for the

(Pete Rock for the beat, you don't stop)

Apathy

(Pete Rock for the beat, you don't stop)

Pharoahe Monch

(Pete Rock for the beat, you don't stop)

PR

(Pete Rock for the beat, you don't stop)

Peace

(Pete Rock for the beat, you don't stop)

And we out