Kept

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 skills
 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 fucking 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 cassettes 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