Necro - Keeping It Real (feat. Adam Jackson of Twelve Tribes) | Текст песни

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• Necro
• Keeping It Real (feat. Adam Jackson of Twelve Tribes)

(Verse 1)
Keepin' it destructive, constructed rugged, creeping on you like the reaper, productive thuggin'. Thrown into obliteration for showin' no consideration, finish you, reality show elimination. Death Rap architecture designer, aggresive perfector,
sick progressive rhymer. Threaten you, get to you, offend you, obscenely, see me in the streets, I'm a end you meanly. A cleavage in your grimacing grin, sends you an instant message like MSN, Pay homage, the heroic, homicide, bondage, combat, drama
packed poet. Infection, when i kick it its like an injection, give you a one way ticket to the resurrection. A scarface, wit a slash above the eye, hiphop and metal, I'm gonna love you 'til i die.
(chorus)
I'm keeping it real, for the streets. You know
the deal, we bring that heat. You don't want drama son you better fall back. I'm keeping it real, for the streets.
(Verse 2)
Malignant, trigger man, negative. Catch you at a big event, live segment, tear a ligament. Liquidate, kicking the sickest,
syncopated, nickel-plated rap, my innovative way. Necrosis, dialogue, patriarch, my blog of hatred is dark, I rep New York. Objectionable, like correctional housing, disrespectful, stay strong, you'll be out soon. I demoralize, bring it to ya'll, look you
all in the eyes, stand tall, Brooklyn never lies. Quick annihilation, my style's a human rights violation, a vile indignation. Grew up in an urban location, the projects, herb, you better watch your verbalization. Necro, rigid, rough, digital, bridge it
all, Death Rap, Metal Hiphop, original.
(chorus)
I'm keeping it real, for the streets. You know the deal, we bring that heat. You don't want drama son you better fall back. I'm keeping it real, for the streets.

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