Keep On - J. Cardim, Joe Budden

Locks off the door, beast outta the cage

You know y’all done fucked up

Should’ve never let me escape

They say Joey, where you been

I tell em' I never left

Know my bed stay made, lil' homie I never rest

I keep on, I keep on, I keep on, I keep on

Now, now, now, I keep on, I keep on, I keep on

Streets still talkin'

I know blocks keep collidin'

Why my stock keep risin'

Y’all know I’ma keep riding till the wheels fall off

I don’t trust a nigga, never, I’ll be thugging it forever

And keep it tucked for whatever

Just, Run DMC’ing it, tougher than the leather

For the survivors in Haiti that was tougher than the weather

So, pray to God keep me safe from my travels

As I look at pictures of bloody bodies layin' in gravel

I see pain is a given

Got a better job and now the whole city hate me

I’m Lane Kiffin and the game is different

While my new bitch get on top, and ride out wit just the tip in

And stupid me be laying there trippin'

You think you on my mind then you insane or sniffin'

It ain’t how I’m living, still on my same mission

While you Americans idolize lames dancing around

With their pants on the ground, me, I’m branding the sound

They old and washed up, Larry Holmes

So I usher in the new year screamin' Daddy’s home

I seen artists fail thinking they would blow up

I seen niggas cry wolf thinking they wouldn’t show up

Might, wonder what I scream Jersey for

Tryna show em' Jersey’s more than Jersey Shore

Stealing cars, smoking herb

Won’t stop till every deaf ear comprehends my spoken word, ya heard

Off rap it’s a whole 'nother genre, a whole 'nother drama

A whole 'nother muh’fuckin' monster

Tryna get through to the masses

A lot bullshit out there, gotta shift through the traffic

I’m on my J. Cole, J. Elec, Blu, Grafh shit

Since my autobiographic might be too graphic for you to grasp it

Me, I know the diff-er-ence

So I perfer the hate, if they only gon' love me when I’m ig-nor-ant

You niggas is so hollow

Drake got hot, now y’all so big on Mascato

Blinds leadin' the blind

Who the fuck you supposed to follow

Keep up my full throttle, modern day Aristotle

So in scripted, prolly ain’t meant for you to get it

More like encrypted, or need to be sent to ballistics

Not for dimwitted, it won’t pop up in the statistics

Rebel in my own right, could give a fuck about logistics

Be advised, I ain’t tryna silence any critics

Cause, the louder they talk, the prouder I walk

It’s like it’s a rappers job to lie, how they all ballin'

Some only got two one’s on em', Jamal Crawford

Who spit hard as me? Very few arguably

Blogs wan' target me, I’m quick to they archery

Tell the labels Best in the World is how you market me

Lost my liquor license, bums won’t get a bar from me

Far as birds, how I get them to the Telly maybe

Have em' on E, ask em' if they been to Chelsea Lately

Fuck Morton’s, I take em' to the deli maybe

Should’a known she’d had me up and comin'

I ain’t wealthy baby

Put it in layman’s terms, way simple

Coming for my old spot back, Jay Leno

And not to let off a shot, but I’m better than hot

They don’t need a reminder if they never forgot