Tha FreakStylaz Post Album | L. Mitchell

T HA F REAKSTYLAZ P OST A LBUM

| L. Mitchell |

| 13. Keep it Moving |

:: L. Mitchell ::

I’m on the highway of life trying find me a wife

With a glocc to reload and I ain’t stopping at tolls

No eazy pass, no easy paths

Throwing up my hood like I’m at the side of the road

Swerving outta control, like I’ve been sipping gin

And I was under the influence of a Mitch Set band

Left lane floater, dog I’m chasing the cat

Silver dolla playing shotty, with her face in my lap

Rims glow in the dark, running low on gas

No destination, going no where fast

bad directions, and wrong turns

Not pretty outcome

Feeling like it’s ‘no way out’ like ditty’s album

Music blasting so the heats felt

Windows half down,

Kanye made it cool to wear seat belts

They said I’m not gonna make it, but I’m still trying

Papers bad but I’m still driving

I got marbles, metals, money, and chalk

Street car fare but I think I’m gonna walk

Schemes of getting money, other, than begging

I’m trying to get money’s mother, and get her pregnant

Was gonna wait to get a deal,

but after-while

I realize weight broke the wagon down

I won’t let hate, drag me down

Death is a hitch hiker with high heels

waiting to flag me down

I’mma keep it moving..

keep it keep it

you should keep it moving… moving right along

I lived in a small joint in the slums

Seen lames do a lot stuff with the skin,

between they pointer and thumb

seen them sniff freshly imported

trying to hide it from they baby-mama,

and snort it right in front of their daughters

nodding off, seen a dude get done for mouthing off

cuz gunz talk too, his tool start popping off

and who can’t pull a trigga, he prolly soft

done seen cowards jump a nucca

injured his body parts

it’s kinda hard, but yet it’s kinda real

for my lines… you need a folded dollar bill

or a box cutter,

cuz my flow with a mic man

will get you higher than poking holes in a sprite can

no straw, str8 raw, on top of my game

rubber rope around ya arm, popping a vein

any questions I plead the 5th

call me the mechanic

I’m in the hood when-ever you need a fix

I got marbles, metals, money, and chalk

Street car fare but I think I’m gonna walk

Schemes of getting money, other, than begging

I’m trying to get money’s mother, and get her pregnant

Was gonna wait to get a deal,

but after-while

I realize weight broke the wagon down

I won’t let hate, drag me down

Death is a hitch hiker with high heels

waiting to flag me down

I’mma keep it moving..

keep it keep it

you should keep it moving… moving right along

My melodies are a felony tremble on a different level (shit)

so hott make the devil strip

when I rocc I make the building shake

earthquake songs

Fiends couldn’t steal my bass

Make songs

That will touch you in ya left breast

So on my beats words and passion

You could file sexual harrasment

So special like the gun, .38

hung on your waist

Or that cheeseburger meal that come with a drink

Chiccen shacc shit

Special like the education for the bad kids

I’m A.I. with the flow.. “why practice”

Keep the cocoa puffed,

trix to keep you cherrio

I’m special like the K in ya cereal,

cereal killing

Serving the bunches my words and the punches

Depicting the urban dungeons we were brought up in

Learned to be tough then,

bad motherfuccer now

so keep it moving.. or get blasted motherfuccer.. blaow!!!

In a car blasting a song to leave you addicted

So you can’t function right, without a Mitch fix

Special talent, flow sweet like a sniccers

Get money, why wait!? Nuccas!! Nuccas!

Looking for brown suger, trying to marry hip-hop

Not juss any pretty face and high heels, I’m real

With money as my best man

On the highway of life, Road to success and…

and I’mma keep it moving..

keep it keep it

you should keep it moving… moving right along

I got marbles, metals, money, and chalk

Street car fare but I think I’m gonna walk

Schemes of getting money, other, than begging

I’m trying to get money’s mother, and get her pregnant

Was gonna wait to get a deal,

but after-while

I realize weight broke the wagon down

I won’t let hate, drag me down

Death is a hitch hiker with high heels

waiting to flag me down