Keep On - Jamie Madrox

My style is evident I adapt to formats

And metamorph combat like a battle rap

My mouse a gat and im clapping it off

U get hit with a slug u better die shake it off

I never freestyle, fuck a free rhyme till

Im paid like puffy u gonna have to pay for mine

I’m steady on the grind and I don’t care

Who u rep or who u roll with

I make dough and focus on my own shit

U hating bitches worry on the next man

I never pay attention when I’m focus on the game plan

My shit is heavy it’ll hold its own weight but I

Brought some duct tape just in case shit breaks

'Cause u know how shit go some times

When u flip the script

And it blow somebody’s mind but I keep on doing

What I do like they told me and never let the stress and bullshit fold me

Keep on doing what you do

Nod your head if u hears and feeling it too

Keep on doing what you do

Can’t stop, can’t quit, won’t stop man fuck you

Never going to stop doing this

Never going to quit doing this

If it don’t bang it ain’t knocking

As long as the mic on imma continue to rock

They call me one of the newest and truest to

Extend digits and wrap em around a mic

When there not letting u punk bitches…

I’m vicious like a dog with rabid jaws

So if I lock on its gonna be hard to shake me off

If it bleeds it can be killed and so on

Raise up, get gone or get sprayed like krylon

I’m an artist and depending on the tool that I use

I can swiss cheese you and you dudes from the living room

That ain’t me I don’t even roll like that and to keep

It completely real I don’t hold a gat but I know cat with

Rap sheets long as your arm that’ll put u in the ground if u meaning me harm

U ain’t hard, u the same as me, both having a dream trying

To make it a reality but I keep on doing what I do

Like they told me and never let the stress

Or bushit fold me

Keep on doing what you do

Nod your head if u hears and feeling it too

Keep on doing what you do

Can’t stop, can’t quit, won’t stop man fuck you

Never going to stop doing this

Never going to quit doing this

If it don’t bang it ain’t knocking

As long as the mic on imma continue to rock

Everybody spits rhymes but yours are not like mine

Mine are colored green and shaped like stop signs

My mind so advanced it competes with itself

I got a need to believe I can achieve more

That wealth health and dental im in it

To win it and then some, rubbing on my

Balls looking like im fittin to cum

Nope, nope, splash

Im not the ultimate but im heaven sent

And hell bent to drop shit like

An ill poet with no books or scripture

That soothe the mind in me is like an elixir

Can u picture do u lack in the talent

To walk tightrope with just an umbrella to keep balance

Tip the skills, lock tip drills go deep in they pocket

For silicone and highheels but I keep on doing what I do

Like they told me and never let the stress

Or bushit fold me