Count On That - Kero One

Got my favorite record on and incense lit

Since an infant I’ve looked up to them big ballin' pimps

Shiny Impalas with rims the Crème de le crème

Young prince with a pen trying to be one of them

Now I’m grown, and my OG’s are locked up or drugged out

If they seen what I done they would bug out

Hitting home runs while they sitting in the dug out

Got the needle to the wax trying to get the blood out

Red carpet by my feet when I’m walking out the ride

Graduated from the hood, I ain’t talking ‘bout Devry

The school of hard knox cops let the whistles blow

Where we kiss the sky high off the missile toe

Now I’ve seen more ass than a strippers pole

Never should’ve taught a guppy how to use a fishing pole

Sticks and stones may break my bones but my words more powerful than ancient

Rome

Every problem that I’ve had man I faced alone

Better obey me, like it’s wheat pasted on

(Kero's Chorus)

We staying up all night

(yeah you can count on that)

We writing our own rhymes

(yeah you can count on that)

Puttin good music over money

(yeah you can count on that)

Kid we stay on the grind

(all day everyday)

(Kero Verse 2)

I’m paving these roads in cobblestone

Old school killing pro tools, using the weapon above my collar bone

You want a piece, I’ll break you off like Toblerone

You can play me on your iHome or call Tablo’s phone

Either way you’ll hear the truth, to all the non-believers doubting,

I’m rerouting your outings into a catacomb

Sumimasen, its a dead end, I spit that cement, hitting foes heavy like a Chevy

Move swift before it set in, I bridge the gap, catastrophic raps perhaps,

these flows could break the levee’s

I walk the streets, rocking levis and Sperry’s with a mariners vibe,

comb my hair to the side

While my pair of J5's, buried alive, in my closet trying to surface like a

serpent draw the curtains it’s time

I do me, like Pamela Handerson, and Michael Bivins

Living, outside the mold I’m given, rhythms I kill em', murderer slash friendly

guy, Gemini

Friend me by twitter, facebook, or send me hi’s

And despite that, some dudes fall in envy

Trust I keep it moving like a U-Haul or Penske

My style stay versatile like RuPaul in leggings

And you can count on that like a 10-key, the ending

(Dumbfoundead Chorus)

We spitting that real shit

(yeah you can count on that)

That make your whole body move shit

(yeah you can count on that)

Every verse we kill sh*t

(yeah you can count on that)

Los Angeles, CA

(all day everyday)

(Outro)

(Dumbfoundead) Satisfaction guaranteed

Giving you what you need

Don’t believe everything that you hear, that you read

(Kero) We slanging you that dope, raw, uncut pure

Coming straight from the underground we come up sewers

(Dumbfoundead) Connoisseurs of the classic, scratching and backspins

Rhyming on cloud 9, electric relaxing

(Kero) From the true school, to new school to old school vibe

Dumbfoundead, Kero One we’re the go to guys

9) Shortcuts feat.

Sam Ock

Give me a shortcut, show me a way

I just need a side street to your heart, a faster lane

So I can get closer to the start

Just a little closer to your heart

I want to get closer to the start

Just a little closer.

I never felt this way before

My stomach sinks down to the floor

I try to play it cool, like I ain’t a tool

They say men are dogs, that explains the drool

Turning heads with those legs and face of yours

I’ve never seen such a beautiful face before

Caramel complected, chiropractic

You got ‘em breaking neck with all your assets

Me?

I’m playing low key like baselines

I’m in the back like Tito, Mr. incognito

You asked mi amigos, why your friend so emo

It was at that moment, it got real

And next thing I’m texting BRB

A minute later we LOL ‘bout an OMG

You even think the same things too

I recognize these butterflies.

Déjà vu

It was awkward, at that Nas concert

Guys crowded round you, like hounds do

So you threw your arms around my collar

The freshest necklace, I felt like a baller

And I reciprocated, inundated with this feeling so right

Such a beautiful night… I'll never forget the conversations we had

The one time I didn’t mind, staying out of my lab

‘cause we, harmonized with the music we made

You talked about your past and how you’re afraid

The hurts that he caused and how you escaped

I confessed my mess you expressed how you relate

Should I, give you space to explore options

Or play the love game and let you come stalking

I’m just joshing, kinda sort of

Your allure’s over my head, you’re my fedora

(Bridge)

There’s no other place that I’d rather be

With you by my side yes we’ll drive to the sea

I’ll sing you Sinatra let’s love and be free

No reservations and no minor key

I’ll give you my heart if you give me yours

No need to hide it for you I adore

If you see me shine it’s your love I glow

So give me a shortcut which nobody knows