We Keep On

It's the DJ MC production
All right

From London to the NYC, you checking we?
Meet the MC on the M-I-C, flowing lovely
They, the DJs, we go rolling with Touché
Laid tracks in ’92, now we coming back for you
So can you get into the style that you really see
Some positive MCs, MCs without no gun, see?
We running through these rolling wild streets where we live
With smiles kid, let me break it down onto my best
Go get your knife, sir. Go make many holes inside my chest
Lay the fuzzy head to rest, spirits gonna fly
Walk around the city streets, unafraid to die
Eye in eye, step onto the M, I play no roles
Cause this role is natural from this way into the pop
This is hip hop. Maybe it's a hit or it’s a flop
According to the charts, but the charts don’t play no part
To this feeling in the heart. Remember, this is art don't even start
Your [?] is judging it, my shit is real
I'm appealing to the mass, so the shit got mass appeal
And maybe not, still my families I got
DJ, MC everything is lovely

The days of getting slept on, are dead because we keep on (Keep on)
The days of getting slept on, are dead because we keep on (Keep on)
The days of getting slept on, are dead because we keep on (Keep on)
The days of getting slept on, are dead because-
Because (keep), because (keep), because (keep)
Because we keep on

I've been here and do this for 2000 years
Now the police in me up want me to throw away my Earth score
The crazy man, do they not know the way I rock
Three o'clock, roadblock, got my orders in my jock
But still they searching out now, surely they will find
My booty smoke my booty. Now my booty is in my mind
All the time, everything I'm longing for is mine
And that's a crime on earth? I'm doing time
But I’m destined for greater blessings, learn my lessons
Trust them, my lessons ain't no half stepping
On the streets, I know just what to do; there ain't no guessing
Or false obsessions. This crazy booty sessions
With so many crews that I forgot about the crews
Sharing many blessings from the Muslims to the Jews
Here's a clue, home boy, to the level of my level
Black man, Latin man, white man, ain't the devil

The days of getting slept on
But I see several every day. (Are dead because we keep on)
That's another story anyway. (Keep on)
Peace out to my man Rico. (The days of getting slept on, are dead because we keep on)
My homeboy Touche. (Keep on)
The days of getting slept on, are dead because we keep on (Keep on)
The days of getting slept on, are dead because we keep keep, ke-keep, (Keep on) keep keep, keep on