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