Keep It Real
Milkbone Lyrics

I ain’t about to sit back and talk about gats and Glocks And busting caps on blocks, cracking on practice cops
I don't want to talk about guns and violence, it's not worth it.

You couldn’t handle when I’m deep like a diver The kooky corner conniver keeps my streets liver
I am too deep and complex for you to understand. I keep my streets alive and interesting.

I play the DL and watch the outskirts I write an ill verse and never shout words that make makes my mouth hurt
I keep a low profile and observe from the outside. I write great lyrics without resorting to cheap, vulgar language.

I go to? place and rap to groovy breaks Popping in the? tape and watch all the moves we make
I go to a place to rap over cool beats. We watch each other dance and move to the music.

We’re getting up until we’re choking I feel over in the goodie goodie, the woodies are swinging while he’s smoking
We keep going until we can't dance anymore. I feel overwhelmed by all the innocent fun happening around me.

I? the girls, good night, I spread the hood life My neighbours and my style don’t match what I look like
I say goodnight to the girls and encourage them to embrace the hood life. My style and my neighborhood might not look like they match, but they do.

You know not to pass judgement, my ass ain’t budging I kill a fast dozen of your family and do your last cousin
Don't judge me, I won't back down. I am capable of taking on any challenge, even if it means taking revenge.

My lifestyle’s fast lane without speed bumps or rolling tree stumps Given free blunts, I only had to smoke weed once
My life moves quickly and smoothly, without obstacles. I was given free weed and only had to try it once to enjoy it.

To rap while I puff that and chill as I bust back To battle? I love rap to beat me I don’t puff crack
I enjoy rapping while smoking weed and relaxing. I love rap battles and can beat my opponents without resorting to drugs.

See I’m the dopest that you don’t wanna smoke with Been rhyming since the days of puffing joints out the roach clips
I am the best at smoking weed and you don't want to challenge me. I have been rhyming since the days of using roach clips to smoke joints.

I wake up every morning and I always wonder why Peeps are ODed treat my streets like a slumber
I wake up every day and wonder why people are overdosing and treating my neighborhood like a sleepy area.

This ain’t a vacation spot so go claim your Glock So many names with spray cans we can paint the blocks
This is not a place for a vacation, so leave your gun at home. We have so many artists with spray cans that they could paint the entire neighborhood.

I dream tough, I never chill with no creeper Hang? my saggy jeans cuffed
I have big dreams and never hang out with shady characters. I wear my jeans low but cuffed at the bottom.

I keep the power to speak, I ain’t a flower for freaks My dirt’s deep, I even go without a shower for weeks
I have the ability to speak truthfully and honestly. I am not one to be taken lightly. I sometimes go without showering for weeks but it doesn't phase me.

So back up off it, you fags had to forfeit I rip so many heads they call my crew Farrah Fawcett
Back off, you would have already lost. I am so good at rapping that they compare my crew to Farrah Fawcett's hair.

Sprinkle over here there whenever I feel I’m no beginner or winner but my deal will keep it real
I spread my knowledge and expertise whenever I feel like it. I am neither a beginner nor a winner, but I always keep it real.

It’s no illusion, I’m grooving, the L got my brain moving The pain soothing and my crew got the same movement
It's not an illusion, I am really feeling the music and the weed is making me creative. My crew is feeling the same way.

The boom’s like the moon on the run from the Sun Stay spark in the dark daily where we come from
The music is booming loudly and it's like the moon trying to avoid the sun. We stay active and creative even though we come from a dark place.

I’m cool with the careless kids who rock crusty fronts They got rusty lungs from smoking dusty blunts
I am friends with the carefree kids who wear dirty clothes. They have damaged lungs from smoking low-quality weed.

They puff like pros so call em ashtray mouths Cause there was a halfway house and this is my last day out
They smoke a lot of weed and you can call them ashtray mouths. They have been in rehab before and this is my last day before going back.

So I’mma catch?, knock off your headset Bullet holes in five though will make the funny feds sweat
I will catch you off guard and knock your headset off. Shooting five bullets will make the law enforcement agents scared.

I’m from Amboy AKA The Violent Village Dirty Delaney is where I be illin
I am from Amboy, also known as The Violent Village. I hang out at Dirty Delaney's place and do whatever I want.

My tiny town is thumbs down Finger tips are splitting blunts Competition walks away, finks and fronts
My small town is not popular, and we have to share and split our weed. People who are not serious about rap walk away from me.

I fully break beats and dominate my ill fate Rapping on the milk crate until late it feels great
I completely control the beats and do well despite my difficult life. Rapping on a milk crate until late at night makes me feel good.

[Chorus]
The chorus repeats the message that we were once beginners in the hood, but we keep it real by packing steel and getting high.