Raise It Up

[Intro: cool Keith]

Yeah... yo Don, gimme a little bit of that chicken

That smooth chicken, a little bit of that gravy

And I want some... old hot jazz biscuits

With a little bit of that blues butter

Bring in the snare

[Verse One: cool Keith]

They never understood, many people were so slow

My funky type of rhyme, and my style is pyscho

Complex wrecks wrecks, my style go X X

I move around off beat, creatin more styles

Showin white boys, other kids my black styles

I kick lyrics like shoes right in your face

Walk up on a carJack of Spades, pluck the ace

I get slow-er, down in, on in

Flowin like I used to be on Critical Beatdown

I drop styles on ears the public bite em

Not many went to school, so the dummies wouldn't write em

They say yo Keith, yo cool, you usin big words

I went to college, I'm even more stupid herb

Back on the scene to put a lesson out

Even if I have to pull a black Smith and Wesson out

I grab a hammer stick a nail in that little crack

Tame the monkey show the hummingbird how to act

I get atomic, hypo-galactical

Word to mom I'm in my own world

Galaxy raised! Powerful

[Chorus:]

Raise it up (8X)

Verse Two: Ced G

Yo, yo money grip money grip, now this ain't no ego trip

Yo money grip money grip, now this ain't no ego trip

Now back in the days and we used to use elevation

And then the people said