I Keep On

Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)
Pete Rock, this one's for the crew
Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)
Pe- Pete Rock, this one- Rock
This one's for the

The verbal illustrator
Nobody's skill is greater i'll kill a hater
Rip 'em up in a gorilla nature (uh)
Still a major threat suicide facilitator
Nobody iller or greater of the vanilla flavor
(aw yea)
Resurrection of rap, the rehabilitator
I'll 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 sleepin' on the floor (uh)
This is deeper than before
Creature feature with gore
Defeat ya like you invited the
Grim Reaper to war
I'm more than vicious (that's right)
Swear the fuck to god, I be warnin' bitches
You get mornin' sickness
You leavin' 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
Whether you powder sniffers or got
A mouth full of Guinness (uh)
You better bow to this like
I'm livin' on Mount Olympus (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 stay listenin'

Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)
Pete Rock, this one's for the crew
(It's like that)
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 Reaganomics
For delf glistenin' (uh)
With a pistol to my head
Listenin' to the Delfonics
Giuliani shipped men to the pen
Felt infinite but I embrace the ballpoint
Pen to write sentences (yea)
You smell me
You understand the scent this is?
Peep the pen
(uh) man shhhhip life sentences (come on)
Pharoahe and Apathy's like a virus, McAfee
Attackin' your faculty, back to back
Decapitatin' you gradually (uh huh)
Actually I'm a rappin'
Fanatic slash mathematician
With a chronic lung condition, when I breathe
You would never believe he's asthmatic (yea)
Fuck it, I'm stuck inside the 90s
Still got Pirelli's
Rocked with 2Pac in the Bay
Not a lot you can 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 stay listenin'

Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (uh)
Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)
Pete Rock, this one's for the crew
Pete Rock, this- Rock- Rock- Rock
This one's for the

For them bitches backstage pullin'
Boobs from bras
The applause from the fans and
The oohs and ahhs (uh)
For the morons who think I
Won't bruise their jaws
We got machetes on deck
And Freddy Krueger claws (come one, come on)
Bombs strapped and attached to your fuselage
We used to rob before this little music job
For the Pharaohe fanatics from
Philly to France females with fat asses who
Fill up their pants (uh, yea)

From Philly to France we feelin' it
They fill up their pants
B-boy stance and chill in it
I'm still in advance
Lyricist that seal it with syllables
That kill with a glance (uh)
With the Magilla Gorilla glue and
The pen when I chant (whoo)
Militant muhammad
The Thrilla In Manila when I vomit
A jagged little pill, isn't it ironic?
(come on)
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 stay listenin'

Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)
Pete Rock, this one's for the crew
Pete Rock, this one's for the crew (yeah)
Pete Rock, this one- Rock, this one's for the

Apathy, Pharoahe Monch, P-R peace and we out