Keep On - Up Hygh, Phonte, Rapper Big Pooh of Little Brother

One time, for your mind.

Let’s get it going

Phonte, Big Pooh, Little Brother, that’s how we gonna do, one time, check it

Pure purpose put it down tonight and ah, Rick Skits gonna put it down tonight

From NC to Stockholm.

Back on the couch is my nigga Big Dho

Drop the beat cause he be po'

I keep tellin' my label

It ain’t a sprint, it’s a marathon homie

You ain’t gotta verify to tell if I’m phony

The state of rap is garbage

Phonte’s flow is so retarded

Jerry Lewis throws telethons for me

I’m only eight bars from my conclusion and

I’mma slow it down so I don’t lose you niggas

Cause with or without a record deal

My wreckin' skills will turn your Pleasantville to Fallujah nigga

Up Hygh

Hit me with a beat from that funk box

This kid is bonkers

His flow is on lunch box

Cause y’all niggas must have forgot

Little Brother, motherfucker, keep it bubblin' hot

Now turn me up

We just flow

Through your soul

We take you back to the days of Africa

We just flow

Lose control

Keep on, keep on and on

In the past four years

I grew a couple more and I shed a few tears

Drank a few beers

Smoked with my peers

Let the habit die

Just to bring it right back before I put it to the side

Rocked a few shows

Fucked a few hoes

Spent a lot of money on shoes and clothes

Did I need them A-1's?

Probably not I suppose

But when niggas get doe, you know how it goes

Had an album in the stores (Really?)

Well, not many

But next time round guarantee there’ll be plenty and

This is the skinny

One, that big boy

Put your hands in the air, make some motherfuckin' noise

We just flow

Through your soul

We take you back to the days of Africa

We just flow

Lose control

Keep on, keep on and on