Lyric Can t Hold It Back
featuring Da Grinch
[Dred Scott]
I can t hold it back lookin for the line
Can t hold it back search for the rhyme
Can t hold it back inside the mind
Can t hold it back now you runnin out of time
BANG set it off with the funk
When I m on the mic kid don t pop junk
Cause then I come at you just like Thriller
You re like the milk and I m the serial/cereal KILLA
that ll take your mic and your track and pimp it
Have you swimmin in your blood like Mr. Limpit
Don t come around here with the wack flow
I swoop down on niggaz like a black crow
Aww shit! Now it gets scarier
Timbaland boots to your genital area
Kick the whole Ku Klux Klan out the South
Nah punk I won t take the gat out your mouth
Oh, no, aim for you chest
Bang! I m on you like a full court press
You can t get the mic cross the half court line
Try to concentrate but you re LOSING YOUR MIND!
NON-STOP SHIT, I m in like Flynn
Don t interrupt, naw kid you can t win!
The only bright side, I reach for the micraphone;
you get free parking in the handicapped zone
and a bro-ken back, I don t care
Then I put a boot on your fucking wheelchair
I can t hold it back, lookin for the line
Can t hold it back, search for the rhyme
Can t hold it back, inside the mind
Can t hold it back now you runnin out of time!!!
I gotta get mine in the here and the now
Brothers wanna flow but they don t know how
Niggaz don t know about stayin up late
While I was in my room kid you was on a date
Voice got hoarse, but I didn t quit
Freestyled til my breath smelled like shit!
Now folks from the old days wanna call
But I ain t a star so I know I won t fall
Then it gets worse, when the blood boil
Crumble emcees like aluminum, foil
Royal ? here to rock a new riddle
School em on the Ave. like Dr. Doolittle
Klepto, schitzo, take all, kids though
Let the Glock 9 be the Pepto-Bismol
for the diarrhea of the mouth, no witness
The punk over there better mind his own business
I can t hold it back, lookin for the line
Can t hold it back, search for the rhyme
Can t hold it back, inside the mind
Can t hold it back now you runnin out of time!!
[Da Grinch]
No I can t hold it back, representin I.Y.
And I don t WHY niggaz try cause they die
Everytime I see a fuckin stop sign get stressed
Blast suckers off like Elliot Ness
Whoa yes, relievin my stress, with the ease
I got, knowledge of myself, three-sixty degrees
Another emcee wanna test with the game
I lock and load the mic with the lyrics from my brain
INNN-SANNNE, got to get wild and fuckin crazy
My style is blowin freeze, so you punks couldn t trade me in
for another, word life to your mother
Instead of using dope kid I d rather use butter
to ex-plain the flav with the track the Dred made
Shit is on the real all the herbs get slayed now
Taste my freshness, it s good and you can bet this
rhyme is great so why are you sweatin this
micraphone, a kid and a whore as well
Tell you in your fuckin face to go to H-E-L-L
That s Hell if you know how to spell
I put my foot up yo ass and don t you try to rebel
With both anchors I m good to please like hold em
Get on your knees and suck my whole scrotum
and kiss my ass, cause son, you might as well face it
Your rhymes ain t shit so, go ahead and taste it
but not with a crazy straw cause now you re my little whore
Add flavor and spice to fuck it up just a little more
I crunch and munch get mad, and get heated
Don t talk I m on the hawk, Moonwalk nigga Beat It
But, wait, I got more, UP just my sleeve
Cause I want you junkheads to feel and receive
a broken neck, I m OUT to wreck, so WHAT the heck
Here s the broom and just sweep the deck
You can t hold me back, Dred Scott is my witness
Cause I be Da Grinch that stoled your whole Christmas
And what that means is, you don t have the gift
Now why you wanna riff cause I m lightin up the spliff
to get blunted at times yo, I sip on the forty
Back in Farmer Queens, where people called me shorty
I used to the work, the niggaz called it dirt
At times I d get SWAYZE OTHER TIMES I D GO BEZERK
It s Da Grinch and the Dred, track attack and it s fat
Don t know how to act, yo we can t hold it back
Break it down, break it break it down LIKE THIS...
[Dred Scott]
I can t hold it back lookin for the line
Can t hold it back search for the rhyme
Can t hold it back inside the mind
Can t hold it back now you runnin out of time
BANG set it off with the funk
When I m on the mic kid don t pop junk
Cause then I come at you just like Thriller
You re like the milk and I m the serial/cereal KILLA
that ll take your mic and your track and pimp it
Have you swimmin in your blood like Mr. Limpit
Don t come around here with the wack flow
I swoop down on niggaz like a black crow
Aww shit! Now it gets scarier
Timbaland boots to your genital area
Kick the whole Ku Klux Klan out the South
Nah punk I won t take the gat out your mouth
Oh, no, aim for you chest
Bang! I m on you like a full court press
You can t get the mic cross the half court line
Try to concentrate but you re LOSING YOUR MIND!
NON-STOP SHIT, I m in like Flynn
Don t interrupt, naw kid you can t win!
The only bright side, I reach for the micraphone;
you get free parking in the handicapped zone
and a bro-ken back, I don t care
Then I put a boot on your fucking wheelchair
I can t hold it back, lookin for the line
Can t hold it back, search for the rhyme
Can t hold it back, inside the mind
Can t hold it back now you runnin out of time!!!
I gotta get mine in the here and the now
Brothers wanna flow but they don t know how
Niggaz don t know about stayin up late
While I was in my room kid you was on a date
Voice got hoarse, but I didn t quit
Freestyled til my breath smelled like shit!
Now folks from the old days wanna call
But I ain t a star so I know I won t fall
Then it gets worse, when the blood boil
Crumble emcees like aluminum, foil
Royal ? here to rock a new riddle
School em on the Ave. like Dr. Doolittle
Klepto, schitzo, take all, kids though
Let the Glock 9 be the Pepto-Bismol
for the diarrhea of the mouth, no witness
The punk over there better mind his own business
I can t hold it back, lookin for the line
Can t hold it back, search for the rhyme
Can t hold it back, inside the mind
Can t hold it back now you runnin out of time!!
[Da Grinch]
No I can t hold it back, representin I.Y.
And I don t WHY niggaz try cause they die
Everytime I see a fuckin stop sign get stressed
Blast suckers off like Elliot Ness
Whoa yes, relievin my stress, with the ease
I got, knowledge of myself, three-sixty degrees
Another emcee wanna test with the game
I lock and load the mic with the lyrics from my brain
INNN-SANNNE, got to get wild and fuckin crazy
My style is blowin freeze, so you punks couldn t trade me in
for another, word life to your mother
Instead of using dope kid I d rather use butter
to ex-plain the flav with the track the Dred made
Shit is on the real all the herbs get slayed now
Taste my freshness, it s good and you can bet this
rhyme is great so why are you sweatin this
micraphone, a kid and a whore as well
Tell you in your fuckin face to go to H-E-L-L
That s Hell if you know how to spell
I put my foot up yo ass and don t you try to rebel
With both anchors I m good to please like hold em
Get on your knees and suck my whole scrotum
and kiss my ass, cause son, you might as well face it
Your rhymes ain t shit so, go ahead and taste it
but not with a crazy straw cause now you re my little whore
Add flavor and spice to fuck it up just a little more
I crunch and munch get mad, and get heated
Don t talk I m on the hawk, Moonwalk nigga Beat It
But, wait, I got more, UP just my sleeve
Cause I want you junkheads to feel and receive
a broken neck, I m OUT to wreck, so WHAT the heck
Here s the broom and just sweep the deck
You can t hold me back, Dred Scott is my witness
Cause I be Da Grinch that stoled your whole Christmas
And what that means is, you don t have the gift
Now why you wanna riff cause I m lightin up the spliff
to get blunted at times yo, I sip on the forty
Back in Farmer Queens, where people called me shorty
I used to the work, the niggaz called it dirt
At times I d get SWAYZE OTHER TIMES I D GO BEZERK
It s Da Grinch and the Dred, track attack and it s fat
Don t know how to act, yo we can t hold it back
Break it down, break it break it down LIKE THIS...
