Qwel

Qwel - The 'IT' In 'Keeping IT Real' lyrics

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But brothers would it kill us to change? 

And chain 'em up in prison when it filled 'em with hate, cause ain't a difference 

It's pound for pound the literal weigh 

Stay down for now 

It's crowns are minutes away 

And hey, to each his image, with satan lickin his fangs 

But sang bandstand freedom in it's business of slaves 

Who paid Jay-Z and Mantan to give it away? 

Shit'll take some new brand pants to get us to stay 

Make haste 

To the pinnacle, infinite, made of mineral clay 

Today we're diamond, nickled, crippled out of critical rate 

A little wisdom with some rhythm to pray 

A place within em, livin grace as original as the middle of gray 

His cynic cake and Antoinette with a tyrannical taste 

Faith abandoned 

How we wise if even famine obeys? 

Now we're swimming with the salmon to calamity's lake 

With granite feet, shaped from vanity and grammy speech "thanks" 

The late great planet E 

The hand of greed squeezed, fannin these flames 

Nine to five will be the ant theme, but man, it'd be great 

Time's a lie, Yah's alive, why's it man that we praise? 

Anchor hands and canvas feet 

Like, damn if we say 

Standing deep beneath the, deep between the span of these banks 

It might take a Barbie chant to get the answer dj'ed 



But man it might change us to stay 

Straight line 'em up and shoot 'em when they cued 'em for fame 

It's the same unnamed shooters, through the hoop with the flames 

Saying truth is the rain, remain luminous and true to this or lose it in vain 

Computer Judas rather view it through the tube in his brain 

Supersized, eyes swollen open, two to a cage 

Mother funded dungeons, running on punishment budgets 

Someone's up to something 

Govern it, two to a plane for fame, sing it again, a cell 

Scream it, a gain, a name 

Losin it paid us well 

Keep it the same and bang 

Claimin the realest real 

To reel in your favorite slave 

Peeling the seal revealed for real 

His name remains the purest 

See the trees for the forest 

Born to be the force of meteors or screamin it towards us 

They'd sort us off in sections 

There deception ignores us 

To sort us to the new world 

Or new world orders 

For motherfuckers that would maim us to prey 

Aim and pay 'em off as senators 

The predators bait 

Fate inevites the snake 

Like, whatevers your flav 

Pay the rent for your president 

We're peasants or slaves 

Which is better? 

Richest debtors get a whip whipped instead of a say 

Let it fix itself, while dangling from venomous fangs 

Your name is sediment 

The bestest threats to get you to break 

To make the exodus from genocide 

The letters we paint 



But brothers would it kill us to change from vain 

jiggy, diddy, viddy what you give me to up jump the boogie 

But man it might change us to stay the same shitty 

gritty, cities hittin kiddies with fronts, stunts, and hoodies 

Sissies with a name and claim to fame 

woody looking goody, it's all boogie to beat beat beat 

With deceit seat seeded and conceit's teeth gleamin 

the truth gets diluted to me me me
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Language: English

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