The BeatKeeper

Duration

2:38

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

I’m gunrok and I’m ya BeatKeeper, My beats may creep like creeper, shouts to my bro, Eskimo Joe, That’s cool if u didn’t know. (they didn’t know) and the DEA don’t like me, Cause I’m down w/ the P O T, I see a P I G Smoke’n on a cigarette, *man that shit’ll kill ya, Hipocrit,* to me all the talk is boring, I’d rather be touring, But instead I’m snoring, Like I’m tide in place by a mooring, I got more lines than a straw can handle, Light’n up my loops like a roman candle. W/ wit like Berman, we spitt’n this shit like we pull’n a cerman, check it and behold like ya just struck gold Unaware I’m rare to see like ya sport’n a blindfold, It's KC’s BZ’s, D and Me, Say’n “sup?” to my peeps near Kansas city.” Interlude - chant Some say a war song, We say it’s all fun, W/ the chant came the chance to hear many as one, Is our goal, D Young. That’s me and I’m ya BeatKeeper, Sweeter than the next for I flow alot deeper, So it’s all go and don’t lose focus, Don’t give a chance to mount or they’ll poke us So we don’t look back, we’re katz in traffic, And like many in one I’mma human demographic, so here’s a story, outta Missouri, Cinderella who??? It’s just a kid from Kearney, I say so what, If I blow up, Time’ll Tick on, and I’ll be gone before ya know it. and We be B-boyz being real as we do, And if ya diss’n my way, it’s ok, cause “ who the hell are U?” In the breakdown holmes is Where U’ll find bombs, we drop rip rhymes like they loaded w/ napalm, TL fell cause they lack’n what they need, A sweet punk chump named G A B E. And me, D, doing what they not, And when I’m up on the mic ya know I’m bring’n like The Rock, “Gabe’n Nate," no mistake, u’d hear’em say, “is why I’m here,” and I wouldn’t waste time on no TeXaS Millionaire. *bush* For real it’s The real deal, I can spot and eat a fake like a Meal. It’s We, me and D, kick’n flow thru our SKB’s Flow’n harder than ya mom on a monthly basis, in ya faces, I'm Love’n every minute when I’m work’n the places, cause these middleclass asses R fast like nascar, So watch yaself, cause we been known to scar, I’mma obscure amateur, kick'n like a veteran, And ya come’n to check us, just to say that ya met’em,