Keep It Koming Lyrics

Keep It Koming
 lyrics

Spark that L! 
 
Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X 
 
We keep it koming 
We keep it koming, huh 
We keep it koming			Spark that L! 
We keep it koming, uhh 
And when it's time to Organize 
We stick together through the times 
With the attitude like Miles 
We keep it koming 
 
Verse One: Prince Poetry 
 
I be flipping the scripts, ripping through hoods coming equipped 
Lifts out of my lyrics sippin forties in a whip 
Organized, rise raise up the level surprise! 
Niggaz watch Prince, open your eyes when I deliver 
give a honeydip a wink, thick chocolate bit*h 
Switch up the pace, kick me the digits later you can taste 
the bass thumps for months, entrapped in the lab 
with mad blunts, creating formulas that you can grab 
I escape, the clutches of wackness, I'm like a mattress 
Lay it down for the South Side, Sounds of Blackness 
Uh, ohhh, I keep it koming stunning you're running 
through states, to make pace gunning you down with the drumming 
that rakes, in the dough 
Oh, my God, times are hard so I gotta flow 
Spark up the L, I excel over the stress 
Crushing the competition that I stomp from East to West 
Rest assured we will deliver the goods to the 'hoods 
for the youth, this is proof we should 
well, Organize got the bomb hard to stay calm 
Forming like Voltron and then attacking at dawn 
 
Chorus 
 
Verse Two: Pharoahe Monch 
 
When I'm fed up, I hold my head instead of me teasing 
Yo ooh ooh child, things are gonna get easier 
In my mind and in my soul 
I can take control of a beat whenever I roll 
Stroll up the block, 40-dog cocked back 
in my knapsack is a uzi-wop, BLACK WHASSUP! 
 
Spreading like malaria, but much scarier 
Migrating in the whole tri-state area 
Without a doubt, my niggaz never go out 
They rock, braids and fades and baldies 
and blow up and blew out throughout 
the entire night I'm peepin you and  
your entire crew out -- what's that all about! 
I suppose I be steppin to hoes when 
I'm masking overconfidence, cause I know my new sh*t 
is gonna go platinum, I'm mathin em 
Light skin ones inside of a Maxima 
On a passenger side, this is what I'm asking her 
Hey baby you look so good 
Why you driving through our neighborhood? 
If raps I wrote were cookies, I bet you'd bite a chip 
rookie fetch a product, cause it took a long time to ignite 
a f**king style from the end, back to the beginning 
Niggaz is winning, Prince, niggaz is winning 
Keep the fat drumming running up your back 
black, with stacks of facts for the tracks 
that you can react to 
 
Chorus 1/2 
 
Verse Three:  
 
We be the bread and butter making breaking crown facts around back 
Cracking gunner sound heart starts to stutter when the bass 
pounds butter, like this 
Rumbling CD crispy, no hiss 
Rush you like Russell, make you flip like Knipsie 
Wilson negative but can't see, but maybe one 
Organized take the favor rated is my tip 
To keep my peers motivated with funk, only we rip see 
For years tears shed it but never let it 
mislead a nigga figure that I'd be runnin dogs you know 
 
Chorus 
 
Nigga 
Yeah, uhh 
Check it out 
Extreme phat, with the Pharoahe Monch cheeba cheeba 
Mr. Prince Po will flow...