Lil Keith
Lil Keith & Troy Woods
Lil Keith
Lil Keith & Tyrone Williams
Lil Keith
Lil Keith
Lil Keith & Sebastian Dark
Lil Keith
Lil Keith
Lil Keith & Sebastian Dark
Lil Keith
Lil Keith & Tyrone Williams
Lil Keith
Lil Keith & Sebastian Dark & Tyrone Williams & Lil Jabari & Jabokius & Troy Woods & Young Ty
Lil Keith
Lil Keith
Lil Keith & Sebastian Dark
[Verse 1: Lil Keith]
I'm killin the beat and the rap game i'm Indigenous
Man they feelin it, bitch i'm fuckin Prodigious
I'm the Messiah no.. Im the god of this
My squad get hits, hell yeah I'm the real lyricist man i'm killin it
Pretty ambitious about delicious full attention on the yell
Two blocks from South Shit and, once, in a jail cell
Break it down to the ghetto, with that ill flow
I'm kind of sneaky at times, my mind though
Miami, wave your drawers, break the door
It's the train rob, for sure, bodies washed ashore
I had a homey named Tony, sixteen, six two
But everybody can't do what a playa do
[Verse 2: Sebastian Dark]
The only substitute was stolen toys that he wanted
The vanity's in the air, that Louis bag haunted
I'll make it happen to ya, I ain't rappin to y'all
Forever dangerous we bust ya heads through the damn wall
When they comin to get us stackin lettas takin notes
You thought I was wack, But yet, You bit the fucking flow
How many niggas can say shit like this
Either run wit us or run into us, you finna get pissed
I'm comin' inside your mind and winning the battle
Whose switching the game like a king in a fucking castle
Rolling suckers up in a zag like a spliff
That got Curtis Mayfield, they got Griff
Y'all hate yourself because you play the same
When I'm done you gonna remember my fuckin name
I'm related to hurting, hurting by material praise
By living it all, these months and days
Was too deep before now I made a Cosmic sequel
So don't expect no help from them, Gods People
Just created a menace when they let us in a sentence
And this is what honesty and truth can do for confidence
[Verse 3: Lil Keith]
We was taught, at all costs hold down the fort
It ain't a game no more its a sport
I live hell nigga this the belly of the beast
To the East, yeah my nigga, to the East!
Flip raps like acrobats, I love the money stacks
Left my calling card in case anybody needs tracks
But there is a space in my FUCKING name
You better go back the way you came
Shit and I ain't slept in a month of Sundays
Mosey to the bathroom in a zombie daze
He sits around the house watching TV and he's eating
She cut'em open and bleeding, she got'em overheating
[Outro]
[SEBASTIAN:]
Damn dude that was fire man
[KEITH:]
Hell yeah man it was, aye yo you ready for this album that's coming out in April?
[SEBASTIAN:]
Hell yeah man that shit is gonna be fire!
The End was written by Sebastian Dark & Lil Keith.
The End was produced by Jairtheshadow.