Keep It On The Rise - Defari

[Defari] 
I got the funky feel like B Real 
I put "all in your head up" [B Real] wit the pure raw skill 
Franklins are my favorite bills 
No hands  my favorite type of windmills 
Only now and then do I drink champagne 
Like I said in Big Up I strictly fucks wit Covasea 
You glamorous rappers are too sweet 
Wit your rececycled beats and your styles that put me to sleep 
I'd rather listen to some Brant Green 
Authentic, not like you, got real meaning 
I'm like the low-ridas, I like the oldies 
You know songs, like Agony and Ecstacy by Smokey 
You's a phony, I heard your single 
Corny, like a thirty-second jingle 
Here comes the master of paragraphs on phonographs 
Every letter, etched and sketched like an ancient tag 
You know my heiroglyph, I got a higher gift 
You's a passenger tryin but never be a pilot 

[Chorus] 2x 
"Aiyyo enough's enough" [Fat Joe] 
Word up, I don't front 
I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want 

[Defari] 
(What you need) 
Here, don't fear peep this 
Step inside my mentals, bare witness to a lyricist 
Skilled technician, rhythmous technique 
Advanced speak, I put mics in condition 
The streets always like hard beats 
That shit that make you move your neck when you're in car seats 
My star fleet, Likwit family 
You Sorry, like that game from Milton-Bradley 
Bound by honor, rollin mad bags of skama 
I've never been the one for the Jerry Springer drama 
Not an actor, just the greastest multiple factor 
This rap game's like a computer, and I'm a hacker 
Linebacker, wit hits that hit like LT 
Watch the blitz, you'll get a Joe Theisman injury 
What's all the glitter