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Keep Up
Pop
Keep Up was released on December 12, 2025 by Bloodshøt Vision LLC as a part of the album Psychedeye
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Release DateDecember 12, 2025
LabelBloodshøt Vision LLC
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM130

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
William "Rintoo" Stockton
William "Rintoo" Stockton
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William "Rintoo" Stockton
William "Rintoo" Stockton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
William "Rintoo" Stockton
William "Rintoo" Stockton
Producer

Lyrics

Stepped on the scene, no time for debating
Crushing the weak, instantly hating
You slow and pathetic, clearly just waiting
While I'm at the top, constantly rating
Felt the descent, a moment of stress
But bounced right back, causing distress
My lyrical mass, you can't suppress
Leaving your career in a permanent mess
Got a pocket full of rage, gonna detonate
Every single word, gonna obliterate
Your wack attempts, I can't tolerate
While I reach the peak, you stagnate
Witness the crisis, your whole world will break
Every single punchline, no mistake
I'm the problem, for goodness sake
Your weak resistance, just for my sake
This ain't a game you can ever equate
My speed is toxic, sealing your fate
You stuck in the slow lane, full of self-hate
Try to keep up, it's already too late
Sharp as a pin, aimin' right at your core
Breakin' your spirit and beggin' for more
Leavin' you bleedin' right there on the floor
This lyrical slaughter, forevermore
My descent is your nightmare, a constant threat
This lyrical mass you ain't handled it yet
Got rage in my pocket, no room for regret
Your downfall is certain, you haven't forgot, yet
Spit venomous lyrics, a verbal descent
Your weak attempts, they make no dent
I'm causin' a stir, a lyrical event
My impact's colossal, heaven-sent
The sheer mass of my talent, it's quite insane
Your efforts are futile, fueled by pain
You reach for my level, but it's in vain
Trapped in your struggles, bound by your chain
This ain't a game you can ever equate
My speed is toxic, sealing your fate
You stuck in the slow lane, full of self-hate
Try to keep up, it's already too late
Witness the descent, the fall from on high
Crushin' the opposition, watchin' 'em cry
A mass of pretenders, just standin' by
While I'm snatchin' the crown and kissin' the sky
Got power and fury locked in my pocket
Ignitin' the chaos like a loose rocket
Your fake reputation, I'm 'bout to unlock it
Trigger a crisis, watch your whole world socket
My descent is rapid, a controlled fall
Crushing the competition, standing up tall
Gathering momentum, answering freedom's call
Leaving you breathless, against the concrete wall
This ain't no minor setback, this is a crisis
Your skills are subpar, filled with blatant biases
My flow's a hurricane, defying all devices
So step aside, before your whole world slices
This ain't a game you can ever equate
My speed is toxic, sealing your fate
You stuck in the slow lane, full of self-hate
Try to keep up, it's already too late
Written by: William "Rintoo" Stockton
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