Kish - Crates to Concrete lyrics
From my beginnings as a studio rap tunes Kids cut cla** 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 [Chorus] 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 sk**s 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 pa** 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 [Chorus] 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 f**in' real enough to clear Then it's the four by four f**, 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 [Chorus]