Keep My Composure

Must keep my composure Must keep my composure Spank Rock and the killers (Round 1... FIGHT!) Moving through the city, fill my body with the poison Head spinning, caught a rhythm like clockwork I ain’t trying to do no wrong but they leave with no choice man There is so much spirit cut the curse to my verse Peter Piper pick peppers and I snort lines Sorry mom I'm just a man of my times And even though they hold me hostage Said I ain’t worth a dime and time is money, huh, I ain’t worth your time And I ain’t worth your time But I ain’t worth your time But I ain’t worth your time Hold it down Must keep my composure Must keep my composure Must keep my composure Through your controller London, hold me closer Until this is over Spank Rock and the killers (Round 2... FIGHT!) Everybody is quick to put their arms around me They got nuttin' to lose – all this gain, shit, I'm empty inside And every time I try to refuel, quickly draining Told me times are hard, thought I would be fine but What? These pricks spit upon the sentiment fiercely Up against it without seeking the intent of it You don't know me and you don't know my style Kid, I'm a marathon – your thoughts a quarter mile Said you don't know my style You ain’t half this wild You ain’t half this wild Hold it down That’s right let’s stay groove Come on and let me see you move That’s right let’s stay groove Come on and let me see you WOO Hands up Hands up Stand up Stand up, WOO Takin' it back to the basics, face it We are the kind to pitch this song in basement And I ain’t tying to have a problem here So put your ego in check and get that ass in gear