Kept
Eyedea & Abilities Lyrics


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*We gon' keep it raw*

[Verse 1]
I'm a be -boy, that's the best way to define me
Born in 81' been rhymin' since the early 90s
And I don't plan on stoppin' any time soon
That's why fools try to be down with my crew
But 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 peoples 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 upon your mic skills
You rap slowly homey, no regard for what's ill
Still I hope you're not the nicest of your teammates
I'm your worst nightmare, you like a whack emcees dream date
A walkin' target, plus an awful artist
What you talk is often fuckin' garbage
The public regrets the fact they have to hear your music
What you call spittin' looks more like unvoluntary droolin'
Say I'm stupid for entertain rumors
But I heard you give your favorite producer
head in trade for his creative juices
We makin' music, just tryin' to put the fun back in
Turntablism, lyricism, ain't no gun packin'
It's hard to swallow, even my simple sing(?)
So biters not recommended by 9 out of 10 dentists
I step on snakes and yes I'll make a mess on tape cassettes
With my brother ain't no other quite like my mel'(?) or my man
So Abilities, let me hear you make some funky music with your hands

*Ooo you love it!*

Wall lights(?), solo, drums, and vocals
Guaranteed to put your attention span in a choke hold, peace

We just representin' for all the hip-hoppers worldwide,
Emcees, DJs, be -boys, raff-writers, everybody in the house
Yeah, Blueprint in the house
Uh-huh, Day Light in the house
Uh-huh, E-Wok in the house
Yeah, Mr. Dibbs in the house
Uh-huh, X-Cal(?) in the house
Uhh, Abomination's in the house




Uhh, Head Shots in the house
Yeah, Rhymesayers and we out, PEACE

Overall Meaning

In the song "Kept," Eyedea & Abilities emphasize the essence of the hip-hop culture and declare their dedication to keeping it authentic. The lyrics of the verses include the rapper boasting distinctively about his experience and commitment to the art of rapping. He mentions that he has been involved in rapping since the early 90s and intends to continue doing so. The rapper taunts his competitors, portraying himself as nothing less than superior. He further critiques other artists who do not respect the art of rap and keep it unreal in lyrics.


He even goes on to call out fake artists who have to perform sexual acts with producers to gain access to their creativity. He declares that he and Abilities only make music that genuinely sparks joy and highlight the importance of turntablism and lyricism before anything. The song's hook, "We gon' keep it raw," is a clear message that they will always keep their music uncompromised and real.


The song "Kept" also works as an anthem for the Rhymesayers crew, as it features shout-outs to many members of the collective. The artists mentioned in the lyrics, such as Blueprint, Day Light, Mr. Dibbs, and X-Cal, are all Rhymesayers members. The song's title, "Kept," refers to keeping the culture alive, and it depicts the artist's loyalty to its roots. It was released as a part of Eyedea & Abilities' debut album called "First Born" in 2001.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm a be b-boy, that's the best way to define me
Being a b-boy defines who I am


Born in 81' been rhymin' since the early 90s
I was born in 1981, and I've been rapping since the early 1990s


And I don't plan on stoppin' any time soon
I'm not going to stop rapping anytime soon


That's why fools try to be down with my crew
People try to join my group because they see it as an opportunity


But you recitin' feeble(?) chatter, either that or beatin' off
The things you say are weak or you're just wasting your time


Peace to No Name, breathin' patterns that'll leave 'em lost
Shout out to No Name, whose rhymes are complex and can leave people confused


I keep a choke chain on the peoples thoughts
My rhymes control people's thoughts


Teach the whole game how to read between the chalk
My rhymes teach people how to see the deeper meaning behind things


Okay we so crazy don't play me just pay me you babies
We're crazy, so don't mess with us- just pay us what you owe us


I break teeth on fake freaks(?) and maybe, just maybe you might live
I'll destroy wack rappers who try to step to me and maybe, just maybe you'll survive


That's solely dependent upon your mic skills
But whether or not you survive depends on how good you are with the microphone


You rap slowly homey, no regard for what's ill
You rap slowly and don't care about what's good


Still I hope you're not the nicest of your teammates
But I hope you're not the best out of your group


I'm your worst nightmare, you like a whack emcees dream date
I'm your worst fear, and you're the type of person a bad rapper dreams of dating


A walkin' target, plus an awful artist
You're an easy target, and you're also bad at being a rapper


What you talk is often fuckin' garbage
What you say is usually just trash


The public regrets the fact they have to hear your music
The audience doesn't like having to listen to your music


What you call spittin' looks more like unvoluntary droolin'
Your rapping looks like someone drooling involuntarily


Say I'm stupid for entertain rumors
People say I'm dumb for even listening to rumors


But I heard you give your favorite producer head in trade for his creative juices
But I heard that you gave your favorite music producer oral sex in exchange for inspiration


We makin' music, just tryin' to put the fun back in
We're just trying to make music that's enjoyable again


Turntablism, lyricism, ain't no gun packin'
Our music is based on turntablism and lyricism, not violence


It's hard to swallow, even my simple sing(?)
Our music is difficult to accept and understand, even the parts that seem basic


So biters not recommended by 9 out of 10 dentists
Copying our style is not advised, just like 9 out of 10 dentists recommend a certain toothpaste


I step on snakes and yes I'll make a mess on tape cassettes
I'll destroy anyone who tries to undermine us, putting it on record


With my brother ain't no other quite like my mel'(?) or my man
My brother and I are unique, there's no one quite like us


So Abilities, let me hear you make some funky music with your hands
Abilities, show us your DJ skills and make some good music


Wall lights(?), solo, drums, and vocals
We're performing using a live band with just percussion and vocals


Guaranteed to put your attention span in a choke hold, peace
Our performance will keep you captivated the entire time, goodbye


We just representin' for all the hip-hoppers worldwide,
We're representing hip-hop culture for people all over the world


Emcees, DJs, be-boys, raff-writers, everybody in the house
This message is for all rappers, DJs, breakdancers, graffiti artists, and everyone else in attendance


Yeah, Blueprint in the house
Blueprint (another artist) is also here


Uh-huh, Day Light in the house
Day Light (another artist) is also here


Uh-huh, E-Wok in the house
E-Wok (another artist) is also here


Yeah, Mr. Dibbs in the house
Mr. Dibbs (another artist) is also here


Uh-huh, X-Cal(?) in the house
X-Cal (another artist) is also here


Uhh, Abomination's in the house
Abomination (another artist) is also here


Uhh, Head Shots in the house
Head Shots (another artist) is also here


Yeah, Rhymesayers and we out, PEACE
We're Rhymesayers (a record label), and we're leaving now. Goodbye




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Written by: MATT NATHANSON, MARK WEINBERG

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