Keep On
Blazin Squad Lyrics


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[Rob]
Bitch I got my weight up, now my dues is paid up
It's niggaz falling off in this game, I'm trying to stay up
I treat this shit just like George Girvin, it's a lay up
You don't need no do's, cause my flows'll make you wake up

I'm the baker put the cake up, we real put the fake up
If your broad rolling with us, she coming back with no make up
The game needed a shake up, so I'm here to get that paper
Big Rob the Rhino, six-five earthquaker

Got hoes in Jamaica, moving dust like a snake-a
I roll with with Big Ake-a, cause he's a mic breaker
If your gal beeping us, the Kingz is gon take her
And don't bump your gums, or get heated like a vapor

And niggaz gon hate you, whether you broke or got paper
It don't matter, cause my lines'll put your career in danger
This one here's a banger, to the booth I ain't no stranger
Now you got your money's worth, cause the Kingz won't short tracer


[Chalie]
Your friend of a friend said this, your friend of a friend said that
Better tell your friend of a friend, that Chalie Boy said to back back
Before they get they head cracked, fucking with my bread stack
No need for no conversation, bitch cause I'ma did that

Little relief soldier, military minded
Knock off your block and drop it, where your secretary find it
(that's thoed, I'll rewind it) pay attention you'll find it
Sickening how I be spitting, giving sight to the blinded

Perfectly timed it, showing my ass
Conscience clearer, but all these hating hoes in the past
Want smouse on my cash, on the track I'ma blast
You can compare and contrast, I'm the best the rest trash

[Tite]
Move fast but I bet you, only be playing catch up
Niggaz that hold plex, end up leaving on a stretcher
Dripping red ketchup, for fucking with my ghett-a
Let the sun do it, cause I ain't gon sweat you

Tite revving up the Nikes, as far
Dime piece in the drop, I keep the nicest broad
The good life is what I live, with a nice support
And anybody trying to take it, getting life support

Feel my speech I reach out, still I T
I'm like a stove when I spit, you could feel my heat
I got flows like the lotto, you can take your pick
Put the Tite on your song, and it could make you rich

You bastards sick, thinking I don't hear the chatter
I got a nice Smith and Wess', that'll squish your bladder
A line this side, the ghetto got me crying inside
I never go without a fight, shit I'm down with pride

I'm a man not a mouse, never trust the gritty
King Kong got the hood, and I'll crush the city
It's do or die, you want to know who am I
The same gangstas on them cd's, you choose to buy

[Coop]
Another day another year, and it's still no fear
Never thought to bite my tongue, when I spit in your ear
All these messy ass niggaz, talking bout bidness they taking
They want the hoes that I'm taking, the money I'm making

Most boys want to walk, before they crawl
Man it's real in the field, everybody can't ball
Need that eye of the tiger, a heart that won't quit
Ain't no question bout your blood, you a full bread pit

Sit back relax my mind, over dranks and blunts
I'm thinking yacht with two cots, and a bitch on the front
Ghetto fab how I keep it, so that's how you receive it
Might not believe it, but nigga mo' money I need it

Ways I'm thinking be major, and it might bring pain
Can't nan you boys stop me, cause this style's my fame
Tarnish my name, you got a nigga fucked up kids
Don't let your folks have to read about, the shit I did

Freestyle Kingz, FK2K3




You next to the DJ Bull, this how it go down
Dirty South style, Dirty Third Records

Overall Meaning

The lyrics in Blazin Squad’s song “Keep On” describe the rappers' determination to make it big in the music industry. The verses highlight their various skills and strengths, such as being able to make music that will ‘wake up’ the audience, and the ability to get their message across regardless of whether they have money or not. The song also touches upon the importance of respecting oneself as an artist, not being fooled by fake individuals, and never backing down.


The chorus emphasizes the same ideals of perseverance and determination with the phrase “Keep on, Keep on, Keep on” repeated several times, encouraging listeners to keep going despite challenges they may face.


Overall, the song serves as an anthem for aspiring rappers who have big dreams and are willing to work hard to achieve them.


Line by Line Meaning

Bitch I got my weight up, now my dues is paid up
I have worked hard and now I have paid all my debts


It's niggaz falling off in this game, I'm trying to stay up
Many are losing in this game, but I am trying to stay on top


I treat this shit just like George Girvin, it's a lay up
I treat the game easily like it's an easy task for me


You don't need no do's, cause my flows'll make you wake up
You don't need any other tricks because my music is enough to get you hyped


I'm the baker put the cake up, we real put the fake up
I am providing real music and exposing the fake in the industry


If your broad rolling with us, she coming back with no make up
If your lady is with us, she will have so much fun she won't be worried about her makeup


The game needed a shake up, so I'm here to get that paper
I am here to change the game and make money doing it


Big Rob the Rhino, six-five earthquaker
I am a powerful force to watch out for in this industry


Got hoes in Jamaica, moving dust like a snake-a
I have connections in Jamaica, and we do deals on the low like sneaky snakes


I roll with with Big Ake-a, cause he's a mic breaker
I roll with Big Ake-a because he knows how to put on a show and hype up the crowd.


If your gal beeping us, the Kingz is gon take her
If your girl is hitting us up, she might be going home with one of us


And don't bump your gums, or get heated like a vapor
Don't talk too much or you might get upset


And niggaz gon hate you, whether you broke or got paper
People will always hate on you, whether you are poor or rich


It don't matter, cause my lines'll put your career in danger
Even if people hate on me, my music will still put their careers in jeopardy


This one here's a banger, to the booth I ain't no stranger
This song is a hit, and I am always at the studio recording


Now you got your money's worth, cause the Kingz won't short tracer
You will get what you paid for because we are not going to cheat you


Your friend of a friend said this, your friend of a friend said that
Your acquaintance said this, and your other friend said that


Better tell your friend of a friend, that Chalie Boy said to back back
Tell your acquaintance to back off because I said so


Before they get they head cracked, fucking with my bread stack
Before they get themselves hurt, they better not mess with my money


No need for no conversation, bitch cause I'ma did that
I don't need to explain myself, I have already done it


Little relief soldier, military minded
I am a small, but tough soldier with a strategic military mind


Knock off your block and drop it, where your secretary find it
I will attack and knock you down to a point where your secretary will find you


(that's thoed, I'll rewind it) pay attention you'll find it
That was great, let me rewind that so you can hear it again


Sickening how I be spitting, giving sight to the blinded
I am an incredible rapper, and I can enlighten those who can't see


Perfectly timed it, showing my ass
I executed my performance perfectly and showed off


Conscience clearer, but all these hating hoes in the past
My conscience is clear, but I had to deal with haters in my past


Want smouse on my cash, on the track I'ma blast
People want a piece of my money, but I will bring it on the track and show off


You can compare and contrast, I'm the best the rest trash
You can compare me to others, but I am the best and the rest are not as good


Move fast but I bet you, only be playing catch up
You can move fast, but you will still be trying to catch up


Niggaz that hold plex, end up leaving on a stretcher
People who cause problems with me, might end up in the hospital


Dripping red ketchup, for fucking with my ghett-a
You will bleed if you mess with me and my hood


Let the sun do it, cause I ain't gon sweat you
I am not going to waste my time or energy on you, just let nature take care of it


Tite revving up the Nikes, as far
I am putting on my Nike shoes and getting ready to run


Dime piece in the drop, I keep the nicest broad
I have a beautiful woman with me in my nice car


The good life is what I live, with a nice support
I have a good life and have people to support me


And anybody trying to take it, getting life support
Anyone trying to take my good life will be put on life support


Feel my speech I reach out, still I T
Feel my words, I am speaking clearly and confidently


I'm like a stove when I spit, you could feel my heat
When I rap, I am on fire and you can feel my energy


I got flows like the lotto, you can take your pick
I have many great rap styles, you can choose what you like


Put the Tite on your song, and it could make you rich
If you feature me on your song, it could become a hit and make you a lot of money


You bastards sick, thinking I don't hear the chatter
You fools are crazy if you think I can't hear what you are saying about me


I got a nice Smith and Wess', that'll squish your bladder
I have a powerful gun that can fatally harm you


A line this side, the ghetto got me crying inside
This life in the ghetto is tough and it makes me emotional


I never go without a fight, shit I'm down with pride
I always fight back and I won't give up because I have pride


I'm a man not a mouse, never trust the gritty
I am a strong man, and I am careful who I trust


King Kong got the hood, and I'll crush the city
I am like King Kong, I have control over the streets and will crush the city if needed


It's do or die, you want to know who am I
It's either succeed or die trying, and you want to know who I am


The same gangstas on them cd's, you choose to buy
I am the same gangster you hear on the CDs that you choose to buy


Another day another year, and it's still no fear
I am not afraid of anything, no matter how much time passes


Never thought to bite my tongue, when I spit in your ear
I always speak my mind, even if it might be offensive


All these messy ass niggaz, talking bout bidness they taking
All these people are talking about business they want to get into but they are too messy


They want the hoes that I'm taking, the money I'm making
They want the girls and the money that I have


Most boys want to walk, before they crawl
People want to do things too fast, before they are ready or have the experience


Man it's real in the field, everybody can't ball
It's tough out here, and not everyone can succeed


Need that eye of the tiger, a heart that won't quit
You need to have the determination and endurance to succeed


Ain't no question bout your blood, you a full bread pit
There is no doubt that you are tough and have strong bloodlines


Sit back relax my mind, over dranks and blunts
I am just sitting back, relaxing, and enjoying drinks and weed


I'm thinking yacht with two cots, and a bitch on the front
I am thinking about owning a yacht and having a woman on the front


Ghetto fab how I keep it, so that's how you receive it
I am always the best version of myself, and that's how you will perceive me


Might not believe it, but nigga mo' money I need it
You might not believe me, but I need more money


Ways I'm thinking be major, and it might bring pain
I am thinking big, but it might come with struggles and difficulties


Can't nan you boys stop me, cause this style's my fame
None of you can stop me because my unique style is what makes me famous


Tarnish my name, you got a nigga fucked up kids
If you mess with my reputation, you will have to watch out


Don't let your folks have to read about, the shit I did
Don't make me do something that would embarrass you or your family


Freestyle Kingz, FK2K3
We are the Freestyle Kingz, and this is our music for the year 2003


You next to the DJ Bull, this how it go down
You are next to the DJ Bull, and this is how we do things


Dirty South style, Dirty Third Records
This is the Dirty South style of music from Dirty Third Records




Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, O/B/O APRA AMCOS, Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: RENE STUART CAMPBELL, TERRY MCLEOD, TAPPS BANDAWE, LEE COLLIN BAILEY, STUART JAMES BAKER, THOMAS NICHOLAS BEASLEY, SAMUEL DAVID FOULKES, OLIVER CONSTANTINE GEORGIOU, JAMES VICTOR MACKENZIE, CHRISTOPHER JAMES MCKECKNEY, JAMES TERENCE MURRAY, MUSTAFA ARMAND

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