Released on January 14, 2008

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L.I.F.E. Long ft. U.G. - “Scrypt Keepahs”


[Emcee(s): L.I.F.E. Long and U.G.]


[Producer(s): Grand Fortune]


[Verse 1: L.I.F.E. Long]

Ayyo

Watch this sneak preview to the next new

Warn your brigade that we rushing right through

Vocals trample samples, leaving beats black and blue

Swing pendulums to injure, splitting, splattering crews

Those with false moves fall victim to scars

Voice box shatters glass when I spit bars

Word wars won with warfare, leaving fans ajar

Tour cross-country or city—even fans in Mars

Incredible play-on words. Rolling and smoking herbs

L.I.F.E. Long and U.G. leaving nerds leaking on curbs

Haters stay hating, follow my hand, catch bird. Hypnotic

Tactics when I perform, disappearing acts. The beat

Bruise while cutting ankles with an axe. I’ll be the

Grim reaper dressed in black, bringing death to

Pretenders, mimicking plus faking jacks. Hip hop’s

Been hijacked and we’re here to bring it back


[Verse 2: U.G.]


[?]


[?]

the caliber do damage when I squeeze. Em-

-cees, it’s U.G., so freeze the bleed. I’ll weave

Through trees, barely-touching-the-leaf fragility

Training in secret facility, agilities

Beyond belief. I change form when my brain storms

My veins form into armor. Stomp your

Entourage. I’m large like Godzilla. The

God’s iller, hard like God’s pillars. I’m back, man

Me and L.I.F.E. Long’ll bomb this track, man

Crack every single bone in your back, man

In fact, man, my breed is rare. I’ll lev-

-itate and fall asleep in the air—it’s mind-blowing, ain’t it?

[?] you’re casting spells

Little elves keep scrolls on shelves—it’s magical

Large castles, black wolves patrol the gate. I’ll hover

Down the hall, holding my cape


[?]

[Hook: L.I.F.E. Long and U.G.] (x2)

The Scrypt

Keepahs, we hold scrolls that’s filled with secrets

Wordplay rips through the speakers when the mic’s on

It’s L.I.F.E. Long and U.G. We smash tracks

Tongues sharper than a hand axe


[Verse 3: U.G. and L.I.F.E. Long]


[U.G.]

I’ll aim

Glocks, run on top of raindrops to e-

-vade cops who spray shots for eight blocks. I’ll

Break rocks, using [?] the death touch. My

Breath cuts stones in half. Bones get smashed


[L.I.F.E. Long]

Holding

Weight, we smash beats. The Scrypt Keepahs ninjas

Moving silent through dojos in camo sneakers

Aquatic flows when I’ll splash, wetting like heaters

We rock stars, smashing guitars, blowing out speakers


[U.G.]

Walk on

Air. Right here, my kind is kinda

Too much for the average mortal mind ta

Register. Wrestler dragged to the floor mat

With raw raps. Spit ‘til my jaw cracks, I’m all that


[L.I.F.E. Long]

Black

Knuckles hit your dome with name buckles. Revolution’s

On—grab firearms, prepare to scuffle, wrestle

Lions. Increase my size, slapbox giants. Ada-

-mantium skeleton like Wolverine, clashing with titans

[Hook: L.I.F.E. Long and U.G.] (x2)

The Scrypt

Keepahs, we hold scrolls that’s filled with secrets

Wordplay rips through the speakers when the mic’s on

It’s L.I.F.E. Long and U.G. We smash tracks

Tongues sharper than a hand axe


[Verse 4: U.G. and L.I.F.E. Long]


[U.G.]

Yo, kid

Behold. I’m clothed in velour robes

Old souls meet at the crossroad. The torch glows

I’ll scorch those—degrees of hellfire. Yell

“Sire.” Self to scale wires, I’m Amazing!

Peter Parker leap off of light poles

Your life goes when I squeeze the rifle

I’ll strike bold. The mic glows when I touch it

My mic grows. I’ll lift the [?]


[L.I.F.E. Long]

Land, behold a Stronghold fortress. Dark

Forests


[?]

I’ll walk with Ethiopian forces that

Destroy demon vampires disguised as medieval squires

U.G.’s the tour guide raising the staff, releasing

Fire to light up the night. Protectors of scrolls

Under bridges, snuffing trolls. My revolver chamber rolls

When I squeeze triggers, erasing superficial figures

We’re storming winter chambers, searching for scriptures

[Hook: L.I.F.E. Long and U.G.] (x2)

The Scrypt

Keepahs, we hold scrolls that’s filled with secrets

Wordplay rips through the speakers when the mic’s on

It’s L.I.F.E. Long and U.G. We smash tracks

Tongues sharper than a hand axe