"Keep It on the Rise" as written by and Duane A. Jr./perretta Johnson....


I got the funky feel like be Real

I put "all in your head up" [B Real] wit the pure raw skill

Franklins are my favorite bills

No hands my favorite type of windmills

Only now and then do I drink champagne

Like I said in Big Up I strictly fucks wit Covasea

You glamorous rappers are too sweet

Wit your rececycled beats and your styles that put me to sleep

I'd rather listen to some Brant Green

Authentic, not like you, got real meaning

I'm like the low-ridas, I like the oldies

You know songs, like Agony and Ecstacy by Smokey

You's a phony, I heard your single

Corny, like a thirty-second jingle

Here comes the master of paragraphs on phonographs

Every letter, etched and sketched like an ancient tag

You know my heiroglyph, I got a higher gift

You's a passenger tryin but never be a pilot

[Chorus] 2x

"Aiyyo enough's enough" [Fat Joe]

Word up, I don't front

I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want


(What you need)

Here, don't fear peep this

Step inside my mentals, bare witness to a lyricist

Skilled technician, rhythmous technique

Advanced speak, I put mics in condition

The streets always like hard beats

That shit that make you move your neck when you're in car seats

My star fleet, Likwit family

You Sorry, like that game from Milton-Bradley

Bound by honor, rollin mad bags of skama

I've never been the one for the Jerry Springer drama

Not an actor, just the greastest multiple factor

This rap game's like a computer, and I'm a hacker

Linebacker, wit hits that hit like LT

Watch the blitz, you'll get a Joe Theisman injury

What's all the glitter gear, meanwhile I wear and tear

For fanfare, while you rock eye liner and mascare

Chorus 4x


(See what you need)

When it comes to real lyrics I know you can't hang

Word to Tash, I'm from Killa Cali where niggas gangbang

Plus slang more than words, nouns and verbs

But pure crystal lah, lah meazy herbs

You couldn't enter the saloon where brothas despise bafoons

You're funny-style, this ain't no cartoon

This is Hard Earned dues, word to Guru and Premier

I'm more than ten years deep, but now it's my year

"Aiyyo enough's enough"

Aiyyo Herut's been long overdue

But instead these labels and fans have been fuckin wit the likes of you

Yo don't mistake them, I'm not no hater

Just a truth-sayer, serve when Vega woofer shaker

A plees blower, live show flower

Wit lyrics that'll blaze a whole crowd like a flame thrower

Chorus 4x

"Aiyyo enough's enough"

Word up, I don't front

I give you what you want, what you need

(I give you want you want)

(I don't front) (What you need)

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"Keep It on the Rise" as written by Duane Johnson Michael Perretta

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