Jamie Madrox - Keep On lyrics

My style is evident I adapt to formats And metamorph combat like a battle rap My mouse a gat and im clapping it off U get hit with a slug u better die shake it off I never freestyle, f** a free rhyme till Im paid like puffy u gonna have to pay for mine I'm steady on the grind and I don't care Who u rep or who u roll with I make dough and focus on my own sh** U hating b**hes worry on the next man I never pay attention when I'm focus on the game plan My sh** is heavy it'll hold its own weight but I Brought some duct tape just in case sh** breaks 'Cause u know how sh** go some times When u flip the script And it blow somebody's mind but I keep on doing What I do like they told me and never let the stress and bullsh** fold me Keep on doing what you do Nod your head if u hears and feeling it too Keep on doing what you do Can't stop, can't quit, won't stop man f** you Never going to stop doing this Never going to quit doing this If it don't bang it ain't knocking As long as the mic on imma continue to rock They call me one of the newest and truest to Extend digits and wrap em around a mic When there not letting u punk b**hes… I'm vicious like a dog with rabid jaws So if I lock on its gonna be hard to shake me off If it bleeds it can be k**ed and so on Raise up,get gone or get sprayed like krylon I'm an artist and depending on the tool that I use I can swiss cheese you and you dudes from the living room That ain't me I don't even roll like that and to keep It completely real I don't hold a gat but I know cat with Rap sheets long as your arm that'll put u in the ground if u meaning me harm U ain't hard, u the same as me, both having a dream trying To make it a reality but I keep on doing what I do Like they told me and never let the stress Or bush** fold me Keep on doing what you do Nod your head if u hears and feeling it too Keep on doing what you do Can't stop, can't quit, won't stop man f** you Never going to stop doing this Never going to quit doing this If it don't bang it ain't knocking As long as the mic on imma continue to rock Everybody spits rhymes but yours are not like mine Mine are colored green and shaped like stop signs My mind so advanced it competes with itself I got a need to believe I can achieve more That wealth health and dental im in it To win it and then some, rubbing on my Balls looking like im fittin to cum Nope, nope, splash Im not the ultimate but im heaven sent And hell bent to drop sh** like An ill poet with no books or scripture That soothe the mind in me is like an elixir Can u picture do u lack in the talent To walk tightrope with just an umbrella to keep balance Tip the sk**s, lock tip drills go deep in they pocket For silicone and highheels but I keep on doing what I do Like they told me and never let the stress Or bush** fold me