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Keep It Simple

 

Keep It Simple


Uh, just keep it simple, man
Don't you know you're rocking with a true gentleman?
Sipping French wine and cola, call me Pemberton
Make way for the emcee with no melanin
And I'm so intelligent, report card scarlet letters
My Hester principle? Always get better
For all these fans for fair weather that's looking for pleasure
I'm a cool day in July, it don't get much better than that

Woo, whatchu wanna know?
Kinda like Vince Vaughn I'm just an average joe
And the less you know, the better you sleep
So maybe that's why I'm always up counting sheep
Just Mad Eye Moody working magic on the beat
With a head full of dreams that are too good to keep
A fistful of dimes that I picked off the street, and a wishful desire to never deplete

Just keep it simple man
Hit the snare then the cymbal man
Just keep it simple man
Just keep it simple

You can catch me steady wheeling up on Union
Man my whip is superhuman never mind it's an illusion
But it's prolly better, my city's full of thrown letters
And they're quick to spill blood like a botched transfusion
And it's permanent, these sharpie marker days
Being up in Memphis living life the Penny Hardaway
Maya Angelou, I'm singing caged thoughts
Regardless, my Caster Troy rhymes will tear your face off

Hot like a fever
All my haters yellow snow eaters
Listen close and get focused like a Ford dealer
Cause I'm going crazy like I'm John Booth in Ford Theatre
Take a breather man I balance work and leisure man
I work it all week and the weekend's a reliever man
I lay around and hold it down and maybe play some FIFA
Or kick back and rewind and watch some Angry Beavers
Cause I'm not an easy sleeper, I got too much on my mind
And now it's tied up like some sneakers, like them New Balance or Nikes
Flow clean, I keep it tidy in my Element I'm driving up in Tennessee
My tendency and conscience coinciding
Man I keep it grizzly, kinda like Hamed Haddadi
And there's only one Ethan, don't you dare carbon copy man
I'll tie you up and throw you in the trunk of the jalopy
I'm downing red rum killing beats like it's my hobby
Literally when I spit, I disembody
I throw a fit, banana split and...

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