Mick Jenkins - Keep It 100 lyrics

rate me

(Verse: Mick Jenkins)

And I been on that same shit that I been on in '09

Neva did the pig, and I do not fuck with bovine

Either man, check the style, I can spit a couple clothes lines

Hang 'em out to dry, give a fuck bout a cosign

Feature, I could teach ya about bars like the DEA

Talk green wit the PGA, spark a stogey, I’m so up to par!

So up to party, these niggas bogey, all that flashy shit is bogus

Nigga show me what ya produce like vegetarian grocery carts

From the heart, and it’s mostly art

With a flow that break ankles, much worser than Kobeys are

What a holy art? And Jason Sellers should have went to Juilliard

I know too many talented minds to not prevail

Southside - just a plot detail

Rebel, and it’s designer, hope we neva think it’s cot, retail

(Free nation rebel, ya cannot resell)

Heat, so ova the wave, I just hope that ya can follow the flow

The flood’s coming, can’t just follow the boat

It’s a art nigga, provide the light when it gets dark

Just let the vibes be the spark

Chillin', cheefin' in the park

Was five deep, did defend like it was shark week

Via Rosa brought the sage and the parsley

I’m hardly anything like anyone ya eva thought ya knew

Neva mind what ya thought ya do, we want the real

(Hook: scratches)

We want the real, real we want the real

We want the real, real we want the real

We want the real, real we want the real

We want the real, real we want the real

(Verse 2: YC the Cynic)

We could do this the easy way or the hard way

Before a train cross paths on a car chase

This is an act of God like the Bible on Broadway

This is black Yahweh in a cosplay

Instead of on a cross, dudes laying face down in a parkway

With his knees forced down till it’s arch breaks

From an offbeat cop throwing off big rocks on his off day

At the depths, from a fire, assault case

I say it till my dyin day: fuck a cop if he crooked

Fuck a coward if he bustin!

And I'mma teach my niggas justice like it’s John Jay

Ain't no honor for the meek, ain't no power in yo speech

Either say it with yo chest or get it concave

Contrary to belief, cops burying my peeps

Potbelly of the beast, this is sautéed

Only if they got a black or bronze face

We done been through hell and back like Dante

So ya can’t blame a have not that know not

Papa was hunid, I’m a chip off the ol' block

Niggas on the street path always see a road block

Niggas with the filthy hands always on that soap box

Probably as a writeoff, push these niggas right off

It’s something ya make light off, niggas Sammy Sosa

Aw, man, another murder and a slap on the wrist

Two weeks and he back on his shit, god damn!!