Eyedea & Abilities - Kept lyrics

I'm a b-boy That's the best way to define me Born in '81, been rhymin' since the early 90's And I don't plan on stoppin' any time soon That's why fools try to be down with my crew What you recitin' feeble chatter (?), either that or beatin' off Peace to no-name breathin' patterns that'll leave 'em lost I keep a choke-chain on the people's thoughts Teach the whole game how to read between the chalk Okay, we so crazy, don't play me, just pay me you babies I break teeth on fake freaks (?), and maybe, just maybe, you might live That's solely dependent on you mic sk**s You rap slowly homie, no regard for what's ill Still I hope you're not the nicest of you teammates I'm your worst nightmare, you're like a whack MC's dream date A walking target, plus an awful artist, what you talk is often f**ing garbage The public regrets the fact they have to hear your music What you call spittin' looks more like involuntary droolin' Say I'm stupid for entertainin' rumors but I heard you give your favorite producer head in trade for his creative juices We makin' music, just tryna put the fun back in Turntablism, lyricism, ain't no gun packin' It's hard to swallow, even my simple sing(?) So bitin's not recommended by 9 out of 10 dentists I step on snakes any yes I make a mess on tape ca**ettes with My brother, ain't no other quite like my mellow, my man So Abilities, lemme hear you make some funky music with your hands Wall lights(?), solo, drums and vocals Guaranteed to put your attention span in a choke-hold PEACE We just representin' for the hip-hoppers world-wide, MC's, DJ's, b-boys, raff-writers, everybody in the house Yeah, Blueprint in the house, uh-huh Daylight in the house, uh-huh E-Wok in the house, yeah Mr. Dibbs in the house, uh-huh X-Cal in the house, uh Abomination's in the house, uh Headshot's in the house, yeah Rhymesayers and we out, PEACE