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Keep Up!
Alternative Rap
Keep Up! was released on February 22, 2022 by Psych Montano as a part of the album Psych 222
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Release DateFebruary 22, 2022
LabelPsych Montano
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Psych Montano
Psych Montano
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Montano
Michael Montano
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Douglas Leto
Douglas Leto
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Alright
Psych 222
Yessir
Everybody say they can’t keep up
They can’t stand me? huh,
to be fair, he runs
Like Celine Dion, Madonna, singer can’t be one-upped
No one higher, he the champion
Wiz Khalifin’ on an island in the sand, he was
Now in Tampa, Psych is wildin’, should be scared, be warned
I’m arriving in style, fire pants he wore
In pursuit of happiness, I got a bland T-shirt
With no money in my pocket, I was damn near broke
and suicidal cuz my wallet’s just an empty purse
Gimme the mic, gimme the time and I will chant these words
Get with the vibe, have a good time, or don’t dance, we cursed
No one survives an apocalypse, you can’t beat earth
Out of commission like viruses to cash we earned
Overtime on the clock, gotta catch this work
Done with the fight, coming to climax, when I smash, she burst
Lay the blast beats first, the drummer attacks each verse
Then the percussion, the rhythm, and vocals, solo shred guitars
Every time I’m on the mic they say they
can’t keep up
Why you can’t keep up?
Damn, man, keep up
Well, keep up!
Spitting rhymes, what if they can’t keep up?
Well, keep up!
Nevermind, I know you can’t keep up
Every time I’m on the mic they say they
can’t keep up
Why you can’t keep up?
Damn, man, keep up
Well, keep up!
Spitting rhymes, what if they can’t keep up?
Well, keep up!
Nevermind, I know you can’t keep up
Yeah, yeah
She can dodge, ram, charge, or she could jack you up
Hyena-laugh at cheetahs, I’m the Jaguar (not)
Road runner, no coyote finna tag these toes
Like a cobra locomotive, she’ll be glad we rode
Yellow finish, gold rims, switch for afterburn
Mach triple 7, God’s speed, mass reversed
Get to heaven with adrenaline, an addict’s thirst
Lighter drinker, fire spitter when the gas is slurped
David Blaine, a magician with liquid
Spit is ignition
I’m twisted and shit is sprayin’, that’s an ankle broke
Mary Jane in my system prolific
Trip when the ‘cid is ingested
Running away like a cast on foot
Stay in place, stoned, liquor in liver
kidneys’ll shiver
I’ll give ‘em a couple days till collapse; rebirth of my brain
Neurotransmitters are chilling
One in a billion can wield this specific blade
Touché, defense, hearse
Every time I’m on the mic they say they
can’t keep up
Why you can’t keep up?
Damn, man, keep up
Well, keep up!
Spitting rhymes, what if they can’t keep up?
Well, keep up!
Nevermind, I know you can’t keep up
Every time I’m on the mic they say they
can’t keep up
Why you can’t keep up?
Damn, man, keep up
Well, keep up!
Spitting rhymes, what if they can’t keep up?
Well, keep up!
Nevermind, I know you can’t keep up
Yeah, yeah
How they never heard of man Chip Fu?
“Shit, who?” Fu Schnickens been kicking since 1-9-9-2
Bitch, move, I’m Lu, flow a Fiasco
Gimme the ring, prince to a king: Tone Soprano
You ain’t no capo, no cap, imma cap ‘em—wack like bats to clavicles, smack ‘em
Bones cracked, I package the powder
People cheesy, don’t master the craft
Rappers are plastic, unwrap ‘em
Underneath sweet acting they’re sour
I seen the camera panoramas
No ideas original, visuals difficult for these pitiful minds
In specific, wordplay so little, minimalized
Skip-to-lu basic bitches with the typical lines
Hopping scotch while baked, staying mineralized
Popping shots at bacon saying “criminalize”
Evanescent like Amy singing “Bring me to Life”
Praise up high I’m not a slave to a thing under sky
Effervescent, I’m bringing the vibe
Effortless and never extra ink on the blot
Test my pen; whatever subject, I’ll wing it and fly
Don’t underestimate him, who do you think that you are?
“Go! go!
to the next one”
is what they telling me, gone onto the next song
Flow! flow!
like a jet, son
I’m interstellar, on mars, star flexin’
Bro! bro!
Who the best one?
They’d never tell it so raw, rare to admit son
Glow! glow!
like a tesla, enemies are henchman
Deadly, my penmanship
No friend or relation
See-through smiles, gestures, imitations
Bitch
Been a while, already a generation behind, head to the destination
Quick
It’s a race of the rats to the stacks of cheese,
Are you ready for liberation
Snitch?
If your pace get lax like the rabbit go to sleep,
I’ll shell-shock the nation
Rip
the fabric apart, restart the model, playing Jenga with innovation
Bricks: what it is
Built from the bottom to the top, never lost foundation
Trip
I burn like acid till your urn is established, making funeral arrangements
Script
Beautiful eulogy words tuned to the music I heard going in your grave, much
respect for the dead, but I neck romance like my girl and I make love
Let me take one, two seconds to relish moment she blush, never fake bluff
Kiss
Legal obligatory violent entertainment
Lift
Bodies from the dirt
Living ominous vessel, every mage does
This
A wiz with the bars, dumb bullshit at my door
I am he who’s name you must
Skip
They whisper in dark, getting marked with the skull
Sign the page with the snake blood
Hiss
Inkwell filled to brim
Featherweight quill slim
Baby make ya
Drip
I’m smooth with the strokes of the wrist
You contort and twist, we exchange our
Spit
What I meant’s what I said, salivary glands ill
COVID in my taste buds
Sick
People won’t live if salary stands still and they sit while they wait cuz
Bliss
is ignorant to ignorance
Deliver the deliverance
The pills are never limitless
Red and blue for the difference
Red and blue for the criminals
Deading you for the mission, it’s you or the kid
Keep up!
Written by: Michael Montano
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