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Quiet as kept, the best secret yet
southern bred, southern fed, southern check
the best secret yet, quiet as kept
south, suh-southside, yes!

(verse 1) – b.ware

y’all hear that sax don’t ya?
that ain’t John Coltrane
and I ain’t profane in most thangs, no need to ring alarm
but I will pull a Return of the G, enter the scene
like I once left, though I’m introducing
anti-pawn, no shame
meaning no weigh-ins prior to bout, impulse, move ring to the south
gloves off, I am home
while my folks playin, emotions take’em, mood-ring mouths
inconsistent nigga livin… prison visits
extended, give’em game and wisdom, they still scrimmaging
tweak ya imaging, see ain’t no censorin’ b
sensors in-line and I can skate fine
don’t watch if you hate time
with 3 minute rounds my hook and power punch lines make ya recline
no disqualifying when I bite ear, so that you might hear
it’s all spar… nah, spell it in rewind, ah!

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(verse 2) – b.ware

now, now
now on this journey into unknown, we’re learnin’ how to run home
to permanent furnishings like the beds we used to jump on
and momma hummed them Love songs, I’ma say we was once prone
to llama play, comma, honestly she’s admonish me
to dodge gurneys, “c’mon baby” she’d say, to fervently tourniquet me
a la heroin users, “you shoot?” unh!
burn a spliff, learn a bit, Allah’s bosom, stay in it
for cushion, Perry did say during haircuts to prepare us
for discerning drug abusers, even those who pollute ya
hood, commerce commissioners, capitalists up to no good
they say you should not be rappin’ about this
rather, commercial mainstream when aiming, so niggas would
ignore they fascist practices, maybe we should
quit complaining, they ain’t interested in investing
in hoods, where they hop scotch, and clock on blocks
police fox-trot, and release shots to ki’s and weed spots
hot!

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(verse 3) – b.ware

and for this team that I rep? so pristine as we step
in any arenas kept exclusive from our troopers
by Ku Klux grand wizards, not Gilbert Arenas
what I mean is we bleed this, and wanna see shifts
in your mental, yeah, keen with the scripts
pencils give you info, we don’t need to be silencio
Mr. Bean you been kept.. speak for ya set
the weak will neglect and call that street shit
but that ain’t street shit, it’s cowardice, no Black Power fist
when we convene, secretly kept, mean, we address
discreetly? Yes, we in jeans, you, a dress/skirt
we in (WE)alth t-shirt, new-era headdress
I digress… how is it now I spit? When several years back
severed from the pack like Lu, who woulda knew
I’d be picked by you, to represent real shit
now witness how I stick, you can’t get rid
of the team, nigga!

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