Ricky Dubs - Keep It 100 lyrics

[Produced By Ricky Dubs] [Verse 1 – Mick Jenkins] And I been on that same sh** that I was on in 09 Never did the pig, and I do not f** with bovine Either man, check the style, I can spit a couple clotheslines Hang em out to dry, give a f** about a cosign Feature, I could teach you bout bars like the DEA Talk green with the PGA Spark a stogey, I'm so up to par So up to par, these n***as bogey All that flashy sh** is bogus n***a show me what you produce like vegetarian grocery carts From the heart, and it's mostly art With a flow that break ankles, much worser than Kobe's are What a holy art And Jason Sellers should have went to Juilliard I know too many talented minds to not prevail Southside, just a plot detail Rebel, and it's designer, hope we never think it's cot, retail Free nation rebel, you cannot resell He, so, over the wave, I just hope that you can follow the flow The flood's coming, you can't just follow the boat It's an art n***a, provide the light when it gets dark Just let the vibes be the spark Chilling, chiefing in the park, we Was five deep, did defend like it was shark week Via Rosa brought the sage and the parsley I'm hardly, anything like anyone you ever thought you knew Never mind what you thought you do We want the real [Verse 2 – YC the Cynic] We could do this, the easy way or the hard way Before a train cross paths on a car chase This is an act of god like the bible on Broadway This is black Yahweh in a cosplay Instead of on a cross, dudes dying face down In a parkway, with a knee forced down till it's arch breaks From an off-beat cop throwing out bait, barked on his off day At the desk, from a prior a**ault case I'll say it till my dying day f** a cop if he crooked, f** a coward if he busting Imma teach my n***as justice like it's John Jay Ain't no honor for the meek, ain't no power in your speech Either say it with your chest or get it concaved Contrary to belief, cops burying my peeps Potbelly of the beast, this is sautéed Only if they got a black or bronze face We done been through hell and back like Dante So you can't blame a have not that know not Papa was one "hunna", I'm a chip off the "O Block" Negus on the street path always see a road block n***as with the filthy hands always on that soapbox Probably as a writeoff, pushing n***as right off It's something you make light of, you n***as Sammy Sosa Aw man, another murder and a slap on the wrist Two weeks and he back on his sh** Goddamn