Artist: Bless f/ Cappadonna, Janette Sewell Album: Book of Bless Song: Keep Rising Typed by: Davida.b. [Intro: Cappadonna (Bless)] Yeah what the deal? Yo Bless hold it down kid (Yeah) it's the one right here, Cappadon' aka diggler You know what time it is, we bout to flame this out real nice Yo turn the mics up, uh huh, that's what I'm talking about (Wu-Tang, Platinumberg Entertainment, collabo of the century) Hood Records LLC, yo Bless [Chorus: Bless (Janette Sewell)] Ayo what goes around comes around They say what goes up must come down We ain't got no choice but to hold it down and keep (Rising to the top) Yeah, top of the game, top of the world Top of the charts, on top of your girl It never stop, we keep dropping these curls and keep (Rising to the top) [Bless] Dueces real, you know I shoot to bill But my troops will kill and youth is ill And my crew prevail, these dudes is frail Shit look at what you do to sell your seat See the truth is I just do this well The truth is I'm in the booth with more bars than a cell If ignorance is bliss, then Bless is skilled This is bigger than rap dun, don't test my will It's the B-l and Wu-Tang, ya'll best to chill Or you'll feel them hollowtips when I wet that grill Yeah I'm standing my ground, hands on the crown Fuck handing it down, I'm sewing it to my head so it ain't hanging around Tracks, I'm banging them out, w I'm after your clout There ain't a muscle that'll put a cramp in my style Nah, I pitty you fools The Mr. T of this rap shit, and I'm bringing the jewels [Chorus] [Cappadonna] Yo I went from broke to rich, rich to broke I don't wanna sell dope Trying to get money off of hot spit Push cabs and go corporate Even if I gotta force it Brothers got heat from doing this tour shit Can't let nothing distract us, chicks flipping out Me in the grey van, dipping out Pack suitcases, mad faces, the world races Police chases, in this wild life we can't escape Still trying to get this money straight Bounce the weight, do it Drop packages off ?balance? from Jake We talking cd's and shit like ounces of bass Trying to get this money right, there's no time to waste Going to war for that CREAM, fatigues on like we in Kuwait Hit you in the face with dirt ??? [Chorus] [Bless] I make music, I make magic Everytime I write a song it's like a marriage The line hit's the paper, then it's one with the beat Then one with the street, someone come with the heat I do it all for the love, all because, all the buzz, all the clubs All the thugs, ice grills and mean mugs Gats and slugs that penetrate and made us lose those cats we love Perhaps that's tough, there's no justice, for us hustlers When I say keep it gangsta, understand me correct Theg am'es about supply, demand and respect Got a few major fans that control and connect It all boils down to money, murder and sex What's next? Protect Ya Neck at all costs And get tossed fucking with a boss [Chorus] [Outro: Bless (Cappadona)] Yeah (you know what I'm saying brotha?) I feel you (That's my word) Ayo this hip-hop thang, it's all about heart man It ain't never gon stop