Текст песни Maintain

[Intro] Maintain. Yeah. That's a lot better. Sounds good [Verse One] Yo They say I made it to the decks but I can't line the parties The fans think I'm dead but they can't find the body My name through the crevice is slick Deeper than underground Fame can envelop your shit and kill your under style My stomach growl like ghosts around exploding sounds Rip the verses down till you curse my birthing town You know those cats, used to rap Several years or more Sayin' they back You didn't know they were here before Fame is the fable The game with a label Explosive potential Time bomb, auto disable This rap music There's a bap to it I got a knack foolish You'll be on my rap toothpick I'm still in the cut In the audio vibe Still ahead of my time Born in 4005 Still according to Blige Answer all of your cries Speakin', I get treated like a desert water supply It's Rise [Chorus] It's not it used to, things change I might start producing then sing If I got my boots and my brain And I got my heart, I maintain It's not it used to, things change If you think this music's insane If you got your boots and your brain And you got your heart, you maintain [Verse Two] I rap right, act like Like I don't wanna be lords Since last night, I don't like nobody no more Nothing happened, I just thought about it You know I'm rash It's all over my music Every track has a scratch I'm painting pictures You drawing with sticks Like the pig that build with bricks Said "Blow me you prick" (huff and puff) Only my shit Is totally sick Hip hop is cursed And she'll wake up by only my kiss I'm the best in the history of being So I'm detested by everybody breathing I think that I'm the man I think therefore I am You link between the ape and us the modern man Crafted like a sword that's forged by Hanzo's hands Locked into a stone The king of Arthur's land I write/right till nothing's left I fight till huffing breath My light makes you go deaf Now write my fuckin' check It's Rise [Chorus] [Verse Three] Cause my brainstorm, Hell flakes The pawn at the stalemate The crowd full of pale face and jail baits and dread locks I think the dead watch The kid's lost the dead cop is Probably swingin' ghost arms through us as we're walkin' Talkin' never listen "Caution a musician" Was on my tag when the stork dropped me in the prison Stop me or listen You'll have to pick the latter choice Like when I had to choose For huge privates or a fatter voice I get the itis from rappers I eat Somebody tell me what's in this turkey that puts me to sleep It comes out rude I guess it's in my instinct Size up the world Checkin' how a ? blinks Whip it in shape Conditioning shoes A lie is so polite, the truth is so rude The youth is so glued We don't know what solution to use What can you do When parents they might shoot you then sue Maintain [Scratches] "Though we maintain the focus and hold the fort down" -Group Home [Chorus]Rise & The Avid Record Collector - Maintain - http://ru.motolyrics.com/rise-and-the-avid-record-collector/maintain-lyrics.html