Keep It Street Lyrics – Concrete Click
Singer: Concrete Click
Title: Keep It Street
I’ma keep it street, true that black
I ain’t waterin’ down my sound for no airplay
So you better beware of KT and the Dreaded
Set it
Strap on helmets to your headpiece (What)
I’m splittin’ wigs and peers if n#gg#s step like stairs of threats
Who the f#ck cares about your dancin’, ain’t no second chancin’
My lyrical’s advancin’, piercin’ through your Helly Hansen
I’m rollin’ blocks in my {?} the white gold
And just like mics I got fans with pipes outta control
But on a whole, relate my inner life for walkin’ down the night
Concise but kids ain’t precise
So my advice is to play it nice and pray to Christ
That the drama doesn’t elevate the bodies put on ice
Hip-hop bein’ polluted, diluted with all this happiness
I want fat tracks, black gats and nappiness
And more hoes than R. Kelly shows
Baptizin’ ear drums within Niagara Fall flows
The artificial lighter or played like the smurf
It’s official, revolve around MC’s like the earth
I’ma keep it street, true that black
I ain’t waterin’ down my sound for no airplay
So yo, you can enter the square if you dare
But I’ma keep it street, true that black
I ain’t waterin’ down my sound for no airplay
So you better be copacetic before your #ss get wetted
Give me the microphone, I rip it like confetti, styles plenty
Pulse like energizers, every ready, I’ll be the dagger slicin’ like machetes
Plenty piss, I got tears in my casket
Faggot rappers try to fake the physics, f#ck it I can’t have it
Blastin’ like a missile, hit my target rough like comic (Kaboom)
Flavors intense, I bring more product than the supermarket
Clearin’ Ares, natural disasters of diction
Distorted delivery, cruisin’ different dimensions for they bring
Comprehension lessons, I’ll cause tension
Be the M.O.S.T. for trippin’, punks be fallin’ on my diction
I’m kickin’ like the fetus style, so lethal amnesty
You couldn’t see this, in my shoes you couldn’t be this
Heavy hoarded, heated pumpin’ lava, red hot
We’re cool in the spot, drama is brought without a comma
Sippin’ Dom up the brain, wanna be down but can’t be
I’m keepin’ it street and causin’ mad catastrophes n#gg#
I’ma keep it street, true that black
I ain’t waterin’ down my sound for no airplay
So if you feel you dare then enter the square
But I’ma keep it street, true that black
I ain’t waterin’ down my sound for no airplay
So you better beware of KT and the Dreaded
What? What? What?…
They don’t want it son, they really don’t want it
They don’t want it kid, really don’t want it
They don’t want it son, really don’t want it
They ain’t ready at all
Ghetto essence is street tales and {?} prison
The soul for no gold, real concrete streets
So go listen, my intuition’s fact not fiction
My diction, givin’ people what they missin’ but there’s a sharp precision
I got lyrics that’s playin’ like Christians on Sundays
Excellin’ like Hyundai’s and not as rough as the Nicaragua
It’s the Don Dada with more data to load us in
On five styles, you can’t notice it {?}
Open my eyes like pearl vision, dissin’ crews be kissin’
Astronomical feast of foes, scarce so they turn cold
Hip-hop’s real here, Concrete’s for real here
No wear and tear, you can’t do it so don’t dare
Even to tempt the lyrical pimp who’s prostitutin’
Your crap’s of just blab and brag
I’ll inject the seeds, sproutin’ just what you need
Fertilisin’ your fantasies as team proceeds to progress
The product, the conduct, the progress
I’m bigger Notorious, Finessin’ like the Lord
It’s chilly outside but in my left eye you know I saw you creep
Through the concrete, tryna peep what we speak
So I’ma keep it street, true that black
I ain’t waterin’ down my sound for no airplay
So if you feel you dare then enter the square
But I’ma keep it street, true that black
I ain’t waterin’ down my sound for no airplay
You better beware of KT and the Dreaded
A-yo, my n#gg#s in Boston is keepin’ it street (No question)
My peeps in the Tri-states, they keepin’ it street (Word up)
You over in the Bay Area, keepin’ it street (True)
Yo, Chi-Town always keepin’ it street
All the players in Atlanta, they keepin’ it street
My peeps in Virginia are keepin’ it street (Word up)
My people on the Westcoast, keepin’ it street (Yeah)
My people on the Eastcoast, keepin’ it street (Word)
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