This song was written back in 2010, but as you can see, we are still dealing with these issues today. I felt that it was time for the release of this joint. RIP to Michael Brown, Sean Bell, Oscar Grant and countless others that lost their lives to police on black violence.

Black In America

New York Mets logo, stitched on my fitted cap/
n***** hit the stash, click up and go get it back/
attitude like, I dont give a fuck if that n***** strapped/
knife game golden, and my hands are like Manny Pac/

You cats softer than a sissy wit a fanny pack/
you dont get no pussy dude, I'll show you where the trannies at/ 
go head, tattletale n*****, go and twitter that/
bury all these weak emcees, they got me sick of rap/

Sick Of Rap (QuickHitter)

Class in session, pay attention to Mr. Burton/
If I got your head noddin, that means my shit is workin/
my entrance to the game means the shit is curtains/
its a wrap, for weak rappers, I aint mean to get you nervous/

My apologies, sorry I'm far from picture perfect/
I just try to keep it real, make sure my bars are terrific/
I keep it simple, so n***** aint thinkin hieroglyphics on this one, couldn't be on my Nas shit, when it was written/

I'm on my Keynote shit gifted, cause I don't write/
 just lifted, off back to back Js, like Kid Dynamite/
my advice don't listen when they say I don't bite/
approach me wrong, you'll see one hell of an appetite/

Tai Bo flow, show you how to grapple right/
coconut dro, im higher than a fuckin flight/
I got a burning glo, ya'll are just a candle light/
from now on I'm Marcus D'Amato, I know how to handle mics/

Get it? I said from now I'm MarCUS D'AMATO, I know how to handle Mics/ Figure that out...

Off this Bud Ice, let me ask where my buzz at/
couple more bottles, I'm getting nice, YESSSS, I does that/
keepin it cool wit me, you'll definitely get the love back/
getting even wit n***** who switch I aint above that/

I can say whatever through music, that's why I love rap/
fuck the shades, over my eyes, low is that Mets cap/
treat the game like Opening Day, hand gloves and ball bats/
anxious for that first pitch swingin, WHO WANT THEY SKULL CRACKED/

Tryin to get it in wit Young Key, that aint no small task/
you garbage, its only right I put you in tall bags/
probably hide you n**** leave you in tall grass/
call these rappers out, cause these n**** all ass/

Type to give it to anyone who asks for shit/
its guaranteed you get hit or your ass gets missed/
I take the lead hands down wit no asterisks/
get stamped wit a red F for FUCK OFF, class dismissed/

Class In Session (Lil Wayne - Gossip Instrumental)

Bitches never drive a n***a batty/
Mental too solid, while these hoes actin catty/
she just want the D, threw it on her like GARY/
had to use a Glove though, aint tryin to be a daddy/

Breakin down a dutch, fill it, roll it to a fatty/
Now we flickin ashes on the roof of your Caddy/
(So disrespectful) pass 'em off just dap me/
I don't cuff these hoes, n***a wanna share, gladly/

I'ma go first, my man'll go next/
Blowin heavy trees, Hennessy on deck/
Rep for my state, product of the MidWest/
I.A. black Airs wit the gold checks/

This that flow, comin out the pyrex/
I want now, give a fuck who got next/
I'm the man in the van, whip the shit like it's a Lex/
100 miles an hour man I hope I don't wreck/

Movin reckless, really movin reckless/
I'ma hold it down from IA to Texas/
Come from a place where they schemin on your necklace/
Dope deals, gun shots, normal Projects shit (Haaa)/

I'm so sick of these so called goons/(SO SICK)
And their same ol tunes/
In a fruit fight fuckers wouldn't bust a prune/

I'm so sick of these so called goons/(SO SICK)
And their same ol tunes/
Silly muthafuckas National Lampoon/(National Lampoon)

So called Goons (Same Old Love instrumental)(QuickHitter)

What up to my n****, Salut to my Frenchman/
Silly wit my little boys, a G wit my henchmen/
Real wit my n****, real n**** in my section/
Breakin down dutches and roll it back into perfection/

Whats the deal? SAK PASE!! to my Haitian fam/
I got a special flow, reason why they hatin, fam/
I got a short fuse, and I aint got the patience man/
Most of these rappers are trash, and im the Sanitation Man/

That means weekly, I come through and take em out/
I go bananas on the mic, thats what the apes about/
A buck 50 for the bread, i'll bring the razors out/
No bag and no bike, but I be on that paper route/

Fuck these bitches only, I only chase the money/
These rappers sweet, when they spit, I can taste the honey/
My flow is raw like coke, it got your nose runny/
And my deliverys dope, i'm like a fuckin junkie/

Key

Raw Like Coke (Styles P Araab beat)(QuickHitter)

Yeah, the rap game is different now, shit has shifted now/
rappers rap the same, shit is lame, nobody gifted now/
fashion show, skinny jeans and shit, they just switch up gowns/
broad-like, fraud-like, like I'm hyped, skirts get lifted now/

Who the fuck is spittin now/ KEY
keep a spliff around/ ME
and I'm dolo, catch my shows, no click around/
you gotta catch my flows, know I don't piss around/
I'm at the Flying Walrus, don't bring your bitch around/

Or Recuerdos, man-handlin weirdos/
 like 'Where did Tattoo Face go?' Yo, he aint stick around/
I bring a different sound, crowd bring a different wild/
probably heard how Keynotes nice, "Yeah, that gets around"/

"Remember Lou Blunts? You told me that once."/
when we was in the back kickin shit, so its all love/
And I aint from the Valley, but I do show the crews love/
this aint a sense of arrogance, I don't like what your made/

Verse 2:

"Aiyo, where my NIGGAZ at, no really, where my NIGGAZ at/
I'm talkin .4-5, ANTI, and that NIGGA ILL-TACTICS/
real NIGGAZ, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, skin is black/
besides me, the only three other NIGGAZ I know that rap/

Not a bunch of lames fake gang bangin throughout the track/
tired of that GANG GANG GANG shit, yeah whatever, jack/
my shit raaaangin, raaaangin, yeah enough of that/
that's why I don't even fuck wit this new gen, this shit is trash/

Disrespect to the game, applyin words just to match/
disrespect to a whole culture, what the fuck is that/
everyday vernacular be, NIGGA THIS, NIGGA THAT/
not an ounce of black though, but shit, they know how NIGGAZ act/

Excuse be the same, "Its okay, all my friends are black/
I be up in H-Town, Styrofoam cup, up in the trap"/
That makes you a REAL NIGGA?? Good luck wit that/
while ignorance prevails, REAL NIGGAZ aint tryin to make it back/



Everybody wanna be niggaz nowadays...I blame this new generation man...ya'll mufuckas allowed folks to mix that shit into Pop Culture...destroyin the respect, to not use that shit in front of niggaz... or should I say blacks, either way, too many fraudulent mufuckas out here....too much history behind that word to be taken lightly by anybody not black....YOU GOT A PROBLEM MAN, SAID IT!! 
 KEY

Storm Brewin

I'm in a black van, whippin through like I'm Batman/
This is what you need if you really a rap fan/
This is Key, you in the presence of a G/
I-F-T, cocaine and Hennessey/

Flows, we spit 'em, Dutches we split 'em/
THEY GOT LIFE AND RAP CONFUSED, so the gemstars wit 'em/
AINT NO FUTURE FOR HIM (WHY)HE TRASH, YO/
YOUR WHOLE FAMILY TREE'LL GET THE AX BRO/

Hottest in the Valley, fuck who you ask yo/
I AINT JOKIN, BETTER KEEP THIS SHIT ON WAX THOUGH/
cool n***a but, I can be an asshole/
If it aint me, im bumpin Calcasta Calco/

Top shelf, Big Dog, bring the Alpo/
SHOULD'VE KEPT YOUR MOUTH CLOSE/ (I DONT LET SHIT SLIDE)
YOUR BITCH'LL GET THIS MOUTH FULL/
LIKE YOU KICKIN WICKED SHIT, HIGHLY DOUBTFUL,
CALL THE GAME, ITS A ROUT YO!!

ENOUGH OF THAT, Knicks or Mets on my fitted cap/
way these mufuckas spit today, psssh, get rid of rap/
we aint with the chatty patty shit, fuck the chitter chat/
back and forth pillow talkin, naw, we aint into that/

I'm into dope bars, cant get that from Mumble shit/
I tend to shit on rappers, mostly on some humble shit/
but cross the line, mufuckas out their mind,
and I'm Barzan, I'm on some welcome to the Jungle shit/

Jungle (The Message Instrumental)

BOYZ IN DA HOOD INTRO

Verse: 1
I'm on a quest for bad bitches and good dope/
3 Dutches (back to back, back) so I stay afloat/
Throwin down shots of Hennessy, chase it wit the coke/
Boooy I'm bout to blow, its your boy, Keynote, just know/

Whoever takin shots, they're in the scope/
They hang themselves, bring their body, just get the rope/
I know killers that go to jail, just to drop the soap/
For comin up short on dough, yeeeah they'll slit your throat/

Its a dog-eat-dog world, I'm a Presa Canario/
I rock the mic from the Hood to any Barrio/
KeynoteGz, I'm a, One Man Army yo/
Cut from a different cloth, built for many sce-NAR-ios/

Oops, my bad, that's many scenarios/
Watch them n****z, they singin just like canarys, yo/
Snitches get their wings clipped, backyard get buried though/
Think I'm out the park wit this one, this is that Barry Flow/

(BREAK)

Verse 2: 
I got these birds on my wood, no other n***a that's flyer/
This the Big Leagues, im feelin like McGwire/
Used to hit the street like a Michelin, tire/
So I picked that mic up, started spittin that fire/

You can put the mic down, Hip Hop aint for hire/
I got a firm grip on the game like fuckin pliers/
Kickin that hot shit, like im, fresh out the dryer/
I aint even sold on your flow, get a new buyer/

(YEAH) Flyin down Freddy in a blue Alero/
Burnin mota wit my Pandilleros/
Wit some Red Raiders, (YEAH) like Graham Harrell/
If they at your door late night, they aint singin Carols/

Or my Blue flag n****z, they be swingin barrels/
I don't bang, but one phone call can change, careful/
This that gutter shit, real n****z got ears for/
If you aint wit it, then what the fuck is you here for/

Big Leagues

(Whoooooos hot?) Key, no doubt/
Bout the only rapper I listen to, down in the south/
(I moooooves out!) Solo in McAllen, or I'm wit my n**** Rizzle skatin off to the Island/
Fuck talkin bout these rappers, the shit aint worth it/
2014, said it was time to surface(now)/
3 years later couple goals got reached/
All cuz a n**** put some words to beats/
Now im killin shit, spittin ill and shit/
No need to even question if its real and shit/
The words I put together, man they feel this shit/
Flow is so obnoxious, its toxic, ugggghhhh/
Haters like, Key, but you steady jockin Jay though/
Naaaaaaaw, im just payin homage/
Bring bars to the forefront, no time to be modest/
I took a little time off, now anyone's a target/

Jockin Young Key (Jockin Jay Z Beat)(Quick Hitter)

Verse 1:
As the joint burns, my brain turns/
You see Key, low key in the cut like germs/
Hoodie on, stick up mode, never will learn/
Til the roles reversed and its you in the dirt like worms/

Trust level I'm straight, some stay like a perm/
Makin sure my people is straight, (my only concern)/
Forget an argument about what a n***a might earn/
Loyalty is thin, all I got is my balls and my word/

And I dont break 'em, dare someone come bust 'em/
You know I hold it down, 'Only Man I Trust' in/
Back against the wall, situations a must win/
Since you hatin, I'm sittin patient go head and rush in/

Chorus 2x
If you got haters get your hands up!!
Let em all know WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!!
Yeah, we on GO middle fingers up!
Let em know, you feelin like 100 Grand YUP!!

Verse 2:
As I pluck an ash, off my fuckin J/
Me fallin off? Aint no fuckin way/
I hear 'em hatin...all fuckin day/
Like im listenin, to what the fuck they say/

Now im hostile, situation get ugly/
N****z mean mug me, cause their broad dug me/
Matterfact man, they really 'Hate To Love Me'/
Wit a dope delivery, yeah I'm a fuckin JUNKIE!/

Dealin wit a gorilla, ya'll n****z is monkeys/
Bars is bananas, middle fingers to cameras/
Ya'll n****z stuntin, all glitz and glamour/
My n***z clips and hammers, yeah, try and jam us/

Chorus 2X

Verse 3:
Still ventilatin, (uh) the joint is out/
Which one of these silly n****z hatin? Point 'em out/
Bitch made, snitch, snakes, we sort 'em out/
They aint wanna listen so its welcome to the slaughterhouse!/
And i'll be here, I got your ear if I'm spittin somethin/
Everybody rappin but some of these boys missin somethin/
Those that aim at everything, end up hittin nothin/
So im straight, go head and hate, ima be twistin somethin/

100 Grand

Verse 1: Keynote
Keynote hit up Johnny Phade tryin to remix shit, Aiyo, Estas listo?/
Got the trees lit, this that Key shit, got me thinkin bout hits, rap's Ichiro/
I'll never see an M, though I spit gems, do I really give a fuck about a release though/
Lucky I dont do this shit to eat yo, you should hear the back and forth with my Ego/
I be goin back and forth with my Ego/
(MOST THESE RAP CATS IS WEAK YO/
YOU AINT FEELIN THEM BOYS, SHIT, FILL THE VOID
RID THE GAME OF THE FRAUDS AND DECEITFUL/
Separate the lames we ain't playin we ain't equal/
My flow flame propane I spit heat yo/
They the same with their chains, "Oh they poppin champagne?" They ain't pay their dues gotta play the Repo/
I'm a bully with the bars Key Deebo/
You want a dope 16 see me yo/
Dont be trippin off them polls, no 'King Of The' 
I just do my thing and I hope I get the love from the people/
Appetite for the hate, I love it, Key and Phade tryin to feed so/
Middle finger to the rest is like, everybody's fuckin food so its welcome to the Bistrooooooo/

Chorus:
If you aint got a fork or knife, you on the menu/
This is real shit, I really do what you pretend to/
Go head and act up find out what the wolves in the den do/
This is Beastmode meets Ego find out what the pen do/

Verse 2: Johnny Phade
I'm goin for that King Tut status/
No more stashin all the money in the mattress/
If I'm fuckin with her then you know that she the baddest/
Fuck these rappers so content on bein average/
It's the way that it had to go/
Better not stick around when I let the heat flow/
Cause this shit comes to me natural/
Its Johnny Phade and Keynote, now we goin beastmode/
Second to none, no I never been a sequel/
Not new to risks, like I'm Evel Kanieval/
Check around the world bet you'll never find an equal/
Spit so much fire you would swear it was illegal/ 
If I was a dosage, it would be lethal/
Dont hate the doctor just be careful of the needle/
No recognition I do it for the people/
Sometimes to eat you gotta do somethin evil/

Chorus: 1X

Bridge: 2X
You're listening to the pen at work/
Be the reason why they all gon lurk/
Yeah the flow will get your men all murked/
Cause you caught the Henchmen at work/

Keynote Ft. Johnny Phade Beastmode Meets Ego

From IA to TX!! 
From the alley to the Valley!! 
2014 and beyond....
Lyrics, Delivery, Originality, Stage Presence, Talent...you get all that when you become a fan today....

KeynoteGz

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