Keep the Beat - Lyrics

Intro:
Alright, alright, alright...
Couldn't help but write a little showcase on this bass
Bout to drop some friendly as fuck rhymes over this classic
Salute to each OG 
Erik B, Rakim, Bobbi Humphrey, I send it like this 

Verse 1: 

Here again, before the mic like many men
But I stoke the soul like Mike for the win
You’re a half court short air balling missing net
My word play dribbles ankles to wreck
Cool and quiet, riots can’t deny it
Hooked with my style when they go to try it
Keep the beat, sound the streets
Fire’s next to heat, next to me ya can’t teach

So by now I see you’re getting the premise 
Six o’clock kick snares for breakfast
Cause when I get up, rhythm gets going
Peach gets a showing then the yard gets a mowing
Cause you, I’ll let ya know I’ll let ya know 
How we kick the [  ] and let the rep grow 
Yo I’ll let ya know, I’ll let ya know
A Hundred or one row, how we beat and rock a show

Verse 2:

Whatcha say, a morning toast to the heavy dose
Of rap relics, every word is really close
Something special pulling me in 
Freak it to any record that keeps a steady spin
You know i like it when you wear a little grin
Eyes start to dim let ‘em flicker let em’ swim
To the deep end where you take a couple minutes 
Prepare the cabin we be breaking upper limits

Window seating, whiskey neat and
Greet captains, take they hats and
Jack the fleet, rappin' on intercoms till they overheat
Cop a boarding pass cause I’m getting the hang
“Sir is this your first flight?”
Yeah honey, I’m a wild thing
You couldn't catch this style with 100 miles of lasso
Not cut from the same mold dead ass yo
So take this opportunity to grow
As I let it show, how we beat and feel the flow

Verse 3:

We vocalize vibes and let the monitors bang
From the E-A-S-T and talk all the slang
I’m a rap rookie honeys watch me boogie
Leave you with an O-face pulling strings from your hoodie
I blaze poetry with funky sensation
Honey glazed creation meeting us at your destination
I play the bill, acquire the skill
Hyping crowds and pulling curtains after the thrill

Much too much, love the rush 
Ignites my mood call me groove, ultra smooth, stellar moves
Kick more rhymes than bad habits
Syndicate the session shoot the gift and let em’ have it
Always pay it back to the real sounds
That sealed honor to the same streets that my feet pound
So now that ya know 
Spotlights never show how deeps your inner glow

Outro: 

Props to the jam & the old school
RIP to my inspirations MF Doom, Double K
See ya later, love me I’m out

Apartment Fire

Keep the Beat

Spirit Bird

Flipped City

Ride to Atlantis

Smooth

Mr. Nasty

Chillin'

Lyrics:

Some old JD shit unlock the toolkit
John said “stay nasty” the voice box flips
These wizardly scripts conducting school trips
Turning letters into rhymes and sour milk to cool whip

Blind to the storm you’ll never see but you can read
Brail on my tongue reads Figaro-do-re-mi
Fa-so-la-ti-da I’m up/downs to jump rope
Like hammering an anvil set to flatten chumps hopes

I’ll let ya’, feed the fam after you sputter and wreck
Rake my fence line, clean the gutters and deck
Big jewels, lifted trucks, super-size deluxe
Champagne, slappin’ butts, ya fools drive me nuts

Those clichés may pay but I’m just writing with hay 
Makers that’ll leave your lips biting and grey
It’s a powerful attack with the Indy Jones whip lash
Sweepin’ up your flimsy bones, crippled and smashed

(Yeah) I’m on that old JD shit
I’m on that old JD shit
I’m on that old JD shit
(Mighty mighty grit cookin’ up this hit)

I like the model type girls with the runway strut
Plus the Christmas ham thighs and mashed potato butts
Call me up, ‘cause I can’t wait till the haters phone
Top gunnin’ Jesse Dubbin’ going straight to the danger zone

Yup-- with the sticks and stones sound
Still not a fan so turn your auto tune down
No need for tricks confidence is clear cut 
Rentin’ at the library paying late fees up front 

While I’m writing the next I spy with my departing eyes 
Checking mental complexes, outsmarting your lies
Weaknesses, lusts, disgusts me much 
Turn you back to cosmic dust once you’re in my clutch

Flows like blood from a thunder struck heart beat 
Technique is discrete buried under the concrete
Broke ground, dug around, microphone bound
Been searchin’ for a while but I found home now

(Yeah) I’m on that old JD shit
I’m on that old JD shit
I’m on that old JD shit
(Equipped with grit, no time to quit, just let me rip)

Shake ya like a Mafia gift wrapped vendetta
With sound waves that gold mend snapped antennas 
Do it with influence from the most real tongues
Wheeler Walker, Whitney Houston, Bouncing Souls to Neil Young

This is my persona no side doors or short cuts
I’m surfacing like low tide shores and sport shirt guts 
At times when I’m exposed I start sweating though
But I’m just watering my spirit to let it grow 

Hip hop knows me lays my mind in a cradle  
We’ll have a good time then Dad, carved into the table
We pedal on like finessed Armstrong
Supplement the stress with toxins to suppress the long haul 

You can sit with us even though we indigenous
Whoopee cush under the butt but I’m a buddy to trust 
We get ridiculous tons of fun with no fuss
Just some old JD shit, cleaned, sanded and buffed 

(Yeah) I’m on that old JD shit
I’m on that old JD shit
I’m on that old JD shit
I’m on that old JD shit

So now you know I’m that old JD grit
All that rappin’ got me gaspin’ like gill slits
I’m outta’ water so I slaughter for the thrill of it
Hope your spirits feelin’ more whole that a drill bit

Creepin’ like Jaws, slashing like claws
Bleedin’ for stitches and gauze
Plenty of flaws making up laws
Somebody listen for calls

‘Cause I be jammin’ in the beat like a shoe horn
Shuckin’ suckas like corn and rockin’ life into still borns

(Yeah) I’m on that old JD shit
I’m on that old JD shit
I’m on that old JD shit
(Equipped with grit, no time to quit, just let me rip)

(Yeah) I’m on that old JD shit
I’m on that old JD shit
I’m on that old JD shit
I’m on that old JD shit

Some Old JD Shit

Original Lyrics from Flash Writing Sesh:

Heavens hunting showing something
Who bets on the boosted chest son yo the rest is loving
Im no long shot, pouring Goose, silver bullet proof
Hold toys, snap polaroids, sipping juicy juice

Cuffed out ruffed out, broken down as a stand out 
Made ya laugh saw the quench your humors thirsty   
Locked down on your target you in my crosshairs 
Back from New Year’s Bronx saver and cheap beers

Had a long look out on the river
Cold had me shiver, blood type A if you need a liver
I hand that shit off just like a best friend
You can lend me a pen to write poems to send

Straight to outer space, laced suite, shoot me in the loop
Control in my right hand, left another juicy juice
Had to make it back to deliver the message 
50 years later and were still playing Tetris 

Knock it off, lost at the apogee
Made a wrong turn and projected out tragically 
So I gotta transmit waves, no sick days
Just running rhymes snapping off nickel back plays

Throw a blast to Elway, whistle with no delay 
Crazy arm, lazy hand, lyrics in wet sand
So it can wash away, just another day
Put it on display, Heisman Bobby Boucher 

Trophy box with the glory story and morals that make me teary eyed
Yo I’m straight up serious guys
You can take it from me or take it from my best 
Looking up over the fence

Brush off with the ball cap, hearing Dads clap 
Son with the homerun, broken Louisville bat 
In the grand stand, Hey congrats on the Mets man 
Looking like a World Series Run, great for the fans 

Every team’s plan, so go get it if you gotta 
Mezcal Rock glass sip of Rumchatta 
Nice guy with a funny eye 
Monocle one for monopolies surprise or jailhouse lies

Make you realize, who’s the best blue suiter
Never mind, blue collar core, engineer at the dollar store 
Experiment, explore, streets at the Jersey Shore
Never die, hate the flies, so loud your radio fries

Backseat ride, let your spirit thrive
Easy bucket in the net, listen hear and forget 
Gnarly not sorry tough question Steve Harvey 
Tryin’ for Family Feud, not tryna be a scary dude 

Just prompting questions looking for answers
Cross country in the Lancer singing Tiny Dancer
Till I straight cry, no rules restrictions apply
For the flows bubbly coming straight outta me

Straight Outta Me (Steve Harvey)

Original Lyrics:

We can whisper feelings through tin cans and strings
Take it slow hun don't wanna miss a thing 
Maybe someday white gloves will pour cabernet 
Violin love songs adore you in the subway 

Patient for love life called in a huff like
3AM talking about how you missin' bad tonight 
Let’s not forget don't leave flowers in regret 
Stood in purple rain waited hours soaking wet 

I said, "See you later baby" and you walked off scuffin'
Been crazy lately so don't chalk me up for nothin'
Meant exactly what I meant to say and that's why I said it
When you say maybe, you mean anything but no? Fuckin' hate it 

Elusive with words
On the sidewalk of Houston feelin' the truth and it hurts
Draggin' hearts through the dirt
So maybe next time you can be a little clearer
Find resolve by looking at your own riddle in the mirror 

Come out of it
We can talk love through texts and emojis
4AM best sex she ever showed me
One kiss all it takes to clip your wings
Mesmerized by bliss and her biz of drippin' bling

Feeds me good with my conscience out to lunch
Feeling a doubtful sense about my hunch
Stress signals and warnings of defeat
Started with a number on a torn receipt

She said, "I've got to tell it straight, our stint is getting shaky 
I've got another man in Jersey west bound 80
And if he finds out what's going on he’ll take my Mercedes 
Leave me with nothin', sorry I've been bluffin', you were just a little somethin’ kept on the side" 

Walked out before the hug with confidence in my stride
Hanging up all those lies 
My final line to reflect on this fantasy
Love this city viciously another passing thing to me

NY Story

Prismatic

Intro:

Yeah, let’s get loud for them
Ones who passed Earth, been a whole crowd of gems
I know you’ve got some too
Someone you loved, now it’s hard to get through
Pain and joy in these verses
Feelings from my mind, lifetime to rehearse this
So let me lead it off
Last 4 ever and never feel lost

Verse 1:

Twelve K above sea, we took it to the top
Wore your ripped ski socks, gripped the box, my knees dropped
Wish we could discuss, this is one's for people you touched
Steep hills you rushed, courage, will and trust

Now I’m arms deep, in winter's crust, digging up the dirt
Made love with pain so I’m harder to hurt
I can see the mountain tops gleaming in your eyes
I'm living in the dirt you’re dreaming closer to the sky

This love will never die, Pops told it from the start
Momma’s stretch marks, we made the art 2 years apart
Boyhood to brotherhood, it takes two men
To help relive old times, my heart aches when

I sign into our memories on days that I mourn
and right above my name I see yours on the visitors form
Damn, I think about our past when we were severed
Praying that the next time we’ll last forever

Chorus:

How long will we last this time? 4x

Verse 2:

Summers beach bound, man we couldn't be stopped
August sun burned hot, tequila shots, LBI spot
4-6-0-1, drinking beers having fun
Clinking cheers for years laughing crying undone

Always with the boys singing Souls on blast 
We rock the songs that keep time scrolled up in a glass
Had our last stand sandy feet outside your van
My right hand man to complete and guide my lifespan

Never understand, when will reason present
Separate paths we went, heaven sent, my minds bent
I'm livin' in your wisdom like a soulful Siamese
In coastal breeze, ashes spread to the seven seas

I hear your tides, close my eyes from the sun rays
Between breaking waves I feel your breath from better days
Man, when my time comes we’ll bash together
and sing away our pain before we last forever

Chorus:

How long will we last this time? 4x

Verse 3:

My thoughts are in the ring, open chins nothing wins
What ifs, could’ve beens, now vs then, 12 rounds again
I process, broken thumbing through your sketchbooks
Facts had me shook becoming true to what this test took

I’ve overlooked how the mic lures my thoughts out
Standing in my own truth to show you it’s about
How you choose to meet unavoidable suffering
I’m forced to feel my mental fortitude toughening

Sitting at the green, laying over my horn
Thoughts that have me feeling like I’ve never been born
So I’m asking myself, how bad do you want to be
Absent of desire, drivers sick and tired cutting me

Anything in front of me I’m better equipped
Lessons unperfected but perspective sharp tipped
For when I fetch the pad, Cardinal left a red feather
Dipped it in ink and scripted we’ll last forever

Chorus/Outro

JD Howard

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