KISH - Crates To Concrete lyrics

rate me

from my beginnings as a studio rap tunes

kids cut class but I'd be rappin' in my high school bathrooms

clap boom with freestyle and mix while

thick tiles, reviberatin' sounds I kicks wild

whatever worked I rearanged it right

puttin' my brain in tight

flows remanined in night mode, it strained til light glows

til sunrise, burnin' my eyes til I'm close

so I finished it right, yo

put up the mic, ah one two, check it check

and yo don't step I keep my memory set

maintained and do I screwed up

to get ahead, but like my man said

it's gonna turn from green to red

so bring the breaks for the lyrics

tapes so they can hear it

thinks they don't fear it

wait til they can clear it

with tapes and the emcee at the mix shows

thinkin' in quick flows, I'm waitin' for my chance to flip pros

save the drama for your baby mama

I wrote a comma at the end of ninety one, I'm back to bomb ya kid

you better come correct to streets

save the week, cause we're brining it from crates to conctete

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we're bringing it from crates to concrete

we're bringing it from crates to concrete

we're bringing it from crates to concrete

give me the breaks and beats for the streets

we'll bring it back from the crates to concrete

I defended my skills on the down low

some clowns, so I ain't about to be seen all around yo

I kick up beats like cleats, fill sheets

iller than freaks on backstage pass after me

cause emcees cats get blasted when I'm on it

and I'm swift flippin' all that jazz like Harry Connick

I'm cool like that, like mitts, like traps by Prince

you're just a rapper, they can't catch hints

here's the flavor they favor, bringin' somethin' to save ya

they go about the album to play ya

forget the running your rep

you wanna mess your step

why? I'm burning up your house like Left Eye

now that your hip I'm a be sendin' a burrage of quickness

I'm plantin' the mic like camaflouge witness

arrival of the kid with the microphone fitness

representin' mad hit when I kick this

sicken' of you and your crew

hits your town with the funk

the four corners and bump to the sound

spinnin' the older, bringin' brand new beats

so here's a peice of how we're doin' it from crates to concrete

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so Supreme set it off from the get go

and I'm a let go, lyrics is gettin' pep on a chump

like a step show

for ready and all

I wouldn't sweat 'em, because I flip 'em like a Mary Louette

so just forget 'em

and I'll be up on my mans block, and briniging on the knots for sure shots

that's hittin' the record spots

and it's fuckin' real enough to clear

then it's the four by four

fuck, the punp for the year

the better, the metter, the better

forget about all it

because I paid my six so you can just go dis

be a fake ditch'll get you raped with theft

now they're beggin bootleggers for records I got left

so I'm a give up somethin' of props to every track with a needle

keepin' up with the beats and the people

to leave you sayin' where have the days went

to swearin' it's lost to wanna be starin' at pavement

so check it

I let it show for the dopes and the clones

so let me scheme this, speed knots, and box til they bleedin'

you just remember who was playin' for the keeps

cause you sleep, I'm bringin' it back from the crates to concrete

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