Spazzmatic - Keepin Up (new crack)

Beat is First Nigga produced by DJ Premier

So let me
Repeat my procedure, sportin Reebies and Adidas, got a
Liter of that Gatorade, replenishing on every tape
I'll make them say like Cudi did, flow is muddy shit
Concept blowin out my throat like it's a bomb threat
Loch Ness Monster, mythological ether
They illogical creatures, I'm at the top of my meter
Mercury burstin out the top cuz I'm hotter than third degree
Emergency urgency to murder when I emerge the beat
I lurk the streets, attackin at will, my talent is built
I'm actin chill, but I pack a thrill if I'm asked to kill
Yeah, consider this track dealt with
Try to listen to me spit and not be like "I felt this"
stealth shit, camo wearin ammo bearin soldier
The composure of a poet, openminded, tokens shinin
Know your Highness is the King, you just some pawns, do your opening
Checkmate the mic, and my ciphers explodin in, I'm
erodin them, it happens like a natural process, a
Tactical object and I'm chock full of armed weps
I'ma lock in my mindset, nowhere else could you find that
They behind that, I'm real like estate so where my clients at?
Flex say its real rap, shout out to my Haven cats
Cop it when I drop it, only option cuz I make it phat
Turn up the bass, replace any trace of the outside
Till you drown out the town, this my grounds, I'm bound to be sound when
I cause calamitys, Amityville flow cuz I haunt the beat
They want no heat, afraid to stunt around me, I don't front, I speak
Always real talk, real rap, when I kill tracks, and that's my word
To your mother, other rappers is butter, they
Cover the beat, And I just grace it with my presence, I'ma
Face them with my left hand extended and show respect
For the greats that embedded my mind over time as I listen to em
Glisten my flow with style, my movie used to be 8 Mile
just wait while I pile up the vilest rhymes I can fathom
Imagine the patterns actin, no static, Spazzmatic, rap
Addict with a habit, hop on the beat like a rabbit,
Murkin turtles, with my verbal abilities, jumpin hurdles
And we got the trunk bumpin, know I smoke or drunk something
Sacrificed my grammar, nice mishandle, ramblin like abusers of
Ambien, they can't be him, could try but they ain't quite there
Feelin right at home with the hats and the tight snares
Yeah, so before I decide to dip out, just let em know
I sever those who eyein me they grits out
Fess up and step up, cuz I'm hungry, they just country
Flowin urban, go in perfect, never stoppin, got the munchies

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