Count on That
(Dumbfoundead Verse 1)
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 a** 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 sh*t
(yeah you can count on that)
That make your whole body move sh*t
(yeah you can count on that)
Every verse we kill sh*t
(yeah you can count on that)
Los Angeles, CA
(all day everyday)
(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 cla**ic, 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..

(Verse 1)
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 a**ets
Me? I’m playing low key like baselines
I’m in the back like T**o, 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 b***erflies .. Déjà vu

(Verse 2)
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

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