Keep On, Keepin' On
MC Lyte f. Xscape
Album: Sunset park soundtrack


B-boy, where the f-- you at
I've been looking for your ass since a quarter past
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper
Before I make you suffer, that's when you had enough'o
Can I get hot when you hit the jack pot
Surely I can if you're the man
I get luscio' n' produce lots of amounts of juice
Can you get used to that or do you need a boost
Of energy to enter me and get it on
You're getting warm
I can feel you getting closer
Now baby down, that's my mosser
You better believe
It's time to get the toast of the woman of the decade
Too bad to be played, get vexing
I'm bound to throw shades all over your body
Whose body, your body
I can rock a party like nobody
Leave in time and take home the loot
Choosy about who I let knock my boot
Now let me take a sight to your love in a light
Life ain't all that 'nless you're doing it right

1-Keep on keep-keepin' on
  Cause you came and you changed my world
  Your love's so brand new
  Keep on keep-keepin' on
  Doing it right right right

Beware of the stare when I step in the piece
I'm coming peace, but I got shit in need to be released
Now who from the chosen shall I choose
Yeah, now you wish you was in his shoes
I found me a new nigger this year
that knows how to handle this here
Now I look forward to going home at night
Brother does me right under the candlelight
Racks upon my back, can I handle all of that
Oh yes, I can, can I, why not
if I wanna, yes I can can
More honey than a Bumble bee-hop
Pulling sixty nine ways out my o-cop
Sweet like liqour and sugar from my burger
Juicy like Hassey or Vernassee
I got the shit to make your ass right at back, check
Cause like I said I ain't afraid of the sweat
Beat on my drum if you feel the need to
As I proceed to open up and feed you
I got along and I put you way you wanna be
ven aqui and I get rid of all company
(repeat 1)

Many have tried to strict regulations
lazy motherf-- get put on probation
Those that didn't perform well, they gets no ends
when they ringa-ring my bell
You're playing with my time
Trying to jerk me, hurt me then desert me
You better work me while you got the opportunity
To be in the mist of the L-Y-T-E
Only the strong survive, only the wise excel
Went sad bummer born in hell
Only the lonely die slowly
Left all alone trying to control me
Eazy-duz-it never asked how was it
Never speak my info of my sheet in the street
Cause that ain't cool and that ain't cute
To talk about who knocked a boot on a video shoot
But it's all good though
You gotta get it when you're born inside
You pray, make your moving
Hype up on it, it's natural
Never be ashamed, f-- the fame
get the name and kick the game
(rpt 1, 1, 1..)


Source: Kirill Grouchnikov c1272122@techst02.technion.ac.il