[Intro: Urthboy]
Breathing
Urthboy and El Gusto and I must flow
(Get your head up, come on, hey!) [?] something like

[Verse 1: Urthboy]
I never ever entered any beauty contest
And I never gave a shit about a supermodel search
And this verse first busted on my twenty-third birthday
Earned some cash for rent, now it's rehashed and bent
Spent like government cents in the bank
Out the bank like the Kelly gang, the teller said, "Thanks"
I crank it up like the PA at a death metal gig
This is no lecture or a lesson, I'll just pull off your wig
You wanna show the world your flow, bro? First, get a [?]
I listened to your whole album, and it wasn't that great
Haven't dug into crates as much as searching my mind
You're looking for the perfect beat, I'm looking for the perfect rhyme
[?] patient, practice takes exercise
It's like tryna look at someone with the sun in your eyes
I'd never compromise integrity, I'm not a sellout
And my perspective is in firm, check, no penthouse
So get the hell out like a rabbit at the races
These greyhounds in suits got murder written all over their faces
Stressed out like paces, place your fake beef
Create an image from the simplest speech, it takes weeks
I beat the drum like single mum 'til exhausted
Devoted to what's important, what's my calling?
So caution, I'm forced in and trampling like elephants
You wanna contribute, son? Then keep it relevant
[Chorus: Urthboy]
You're gonna use your effort and your time, use your wretched little mind
Don't forget your spine and get the rhythm relevant
You wanna rock the spot and give the people what they want
But who cares what you give 'em 'less you get the rhythm relevant
You're gonna use your effort and your time, use your wretched little mind
Don't forget your spine and get the rhythm relevant
You wanna rock the spot and give the people what they want
But who cares what you give 'em 'less you get the rhythm relevant

[Post-Chorus: Pressure]
I keep it relevant
Keep it relevant
I'm done keeping it real, I keep it relevant

[Verse 2: Urthboy]
This is for the people and only for the people to consume
It's a method of relaxing, spark 'em up and write tunes
It's just a little thing we developed in our rooms
Voice, pen, pad and computer, tools of a user
Machinery accompanies the raucous and thoughts
And vocal rhymes, a pleasing little fiery collision
Isn't it? "I wanna rip the mic up to bits"
I wanna dance like a breaker with wings on their hips
Surely we don't need another half-arsed, brain-dead
Well-dressed breastfed volume annoying emcee
On the stage talking Benzies, cash flows and cars
In a wack-induced frenzy, write your own stars
Please, man, don't even tempt me, you cut yourself in half
With your empty bag of battle raps that's tearing us apart
Not looking for the last laugh nor the past etiquette
I'm just here to contribute and keep it relevant
[Chorus: Urthboy]
You're gonna use your effort and your time, use your wretched little mind
Don't forget your spine and get the rhythm relevant
You wanna rock the spot and give the people what they want
But who cares what you give 'em 'less you get the rhythm relevant
You're gonna use your effort and your time, use your wretched little mind
Don't forget your spine and get the rhythm relevant
You wanna rock the spot and give the people what they want
But who cares what you give 'em 'less you get the rhythm relevant
(One, two, [?])

[Verse 3: Urthboy]
This is for the losers and the bruisers who just play to win
Their skills built from useless, now take 'em in
Improvised on the fly, no, there's no instructions to read
And no [?] to be in doubt, plus no [?]
Another day, December 31, the time has been felt
Another year has passed him by, [?] ring of a bell
Am I that much older or that much an extrovert?
I'm at clubs or etcetera, bum-rushing for a verse
I'm not a rambler, microphone fiend shit chatterer
Not a pro nor an amateur, I'm not a barrister
More like Ozi Batla, live and full-frontal
Got the flows mixed with substance to confront you
We run through like streakers, freak the whole show
Not a game, ladies and gents, it's all about the pros
That's in poetry sense, plus some samplers computers
Here to alienate the damn pop consumers
Lessons but no tuners, all day with the Biro
With or without hyrdo, filling out the rhyme book
Just wait for the side look, I'm runnin' at you like an elephant
If you wanna contribute, then make it relevant
[Outro: Pressure]
I'm done keeping it real
I keep it relevant
I'm done keeping it real—
Real, I keep it relevant
I'm done
I'm done keeping it real, I keep it relevant
I'm done keeping it real, I keep it relevant
I keep it relevant
I keep it relevant
Keep it relevant
Relevant, relevant
I keep it relevant
I keep it relevant