Chris Collins - When Keepin' It Real Goes Right lyrics

[Verse 1: Collins] Cadaverous flows leave you in holes while I'm spitting Got my poems on your mind like a red sox fitted It's cold, so bu*ton up, here's a sweater that I knitted Woof Woof go my dogs, you a p**y, I ain't kitten (kidding) huh And Its the rapper's life to be I done f**ed up this beat like it's poppin' vic (vicodin) or e (ecstasy) I be running through these garbage rappers, all the sh** reeks All this pot that I'm smoking ain't helping me clean my sneaks (sneakers) Spittin' ether, my rhymes lift you out your sneakers Flowin' so ill think I vomit out your speakers With impeccable rhymin' the kid is high like he mountain climbing His sh** is so deep you might mistake him for someone scuba diving I ain't a fiend, not a fan of the yay (c**aine) I blow weed, my girl Abbey rolls blunts all day I'll hit you in the nuts with a hammer, that's croquet I spit the law when I rap, man you better obey [Verse 2: Collins] Why the f** you flossing, you ain't hot You stone cold Steve Austin, nose running with snot My rhymes, hard liquor, spit sicker than a hospital Bumping my sh** as a lightweight is impossible Write right handed but my rhymin' ambidextrous Defying all perception from the booth to f**ing Texas We want it all with a Lexus and a girl named Alexis Chilling in the back of the studio just counting check's, uh huh Mean while, my freestyle could use some work All this rippin' and tearin' of beats just driving me beserk Astounding timing combined with some deeper rhyming Got a smile on my face, the sh** is sweet like it's dessert I keep it real like Jermaine in the Ville (J. Cole) Can't get enough of stupid rappers thinking that they so ill And we be on the front lines, you b**hes be at the rear I'm a underground king, my haters can Take Care, OK