[Intro: Urthboy]

Breathe it in

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