Can't Hold It Back (ft Da Grinch)
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๐ Lyrics
It's comin' back
Yeah, haha
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're 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 killer
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 niggas like a black crow
Aw, shit, now it gets scarier
Timberland boot 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 your 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 losin' your mind
Non-stop shit, I'm in like Flynn
Don't interrupt, nah, kid, you can't win
The only bright side of reachin' for the microphone
You get free parking in the handicapped zone
And a broke get back, I don't care
Then I put a boot on your fuckin' 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're runnin' out of time
I gotta get mine in the here and the now
Brothers wanna flow, but they don't know how
Niggas 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 punks 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 MCs like aluminum foil
Royal, Bo diddle rock a new riddle
School 'em on the ave like Doctor Doolittle
Klepto, tiptoe, take off his dough
Let the Glock nine 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're runnin' out of time
No, I can't hold it back, representin' NY
And I don't know why niggas try, 'cause they die
Every time I see a fuckin' slut, I get stressed
Blast suckers off like Elliot Ness
Oh, yes, relievin' my stress with the ease
I got knowledge of myself, 360 degrees
Another MC wanna test with the game
I lock and load the mic with the lyrics from my brain
Insane, got to get wild and fuckin' crazy
My style's for free, so you punks couldn't trade me in
For another word, life to your mother
Instead of usin' dope, kid, I'd rather use blubber
To explain my flame with the tracks that Dred made
Shit is on the real, all the herbs gettin' played
Now, taste my freshness, it's good, you can bet this
Rhyme is great, so why are you sweatin' this?
Microphone, okay, and a oil as well
Tell you and your fuckin' face to go to H-E-L-L
That's hell if you know how to spell
I'll put my foot up your ass and don't you try to rebel
Well, for the haters who couldn't please like, hold up
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
I'll flavor and spice it, fuck it up just a little more
I crunch and munch, get mad, I get heated
Don't talk, I'm on a hawk, moonwalk, nigga, beat it
But wait, I got more up just my sleeve
It's time for you junkheads to feel and receive
A broken neck, I'm out to wreck, so what the heck?
Here's a broom, and just sweep the deck
You can't hold me back, Dred Scott is my witness
'Cause I be the Grinch that stole your whole Christmas
Now 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 do the work, the niggas called it dirt
At times I get swayed, other times I go berserk
It's the Grinch and the Dred, track a pack and a stack
Y'all know how to act, yo, we can't hold it back
Break it down, break it, break it down like this
Yeah, haha
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're 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 killer
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 niggas like a black crow
Aw, shit, now it gets scarier
Timberland boot 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 your 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 losin' your mind
Non-stop shit, I'm in like Flynn
Don't interrupt, nah, kid, you can't win
The only bright side of reachin' for the microphone
You get free parking in the handicapped zone
And a broke get back, I don't care
Then I put a boot on your fuckin' 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're runnin' out of time
I gotta get mine in the here and the now
Brothers wanna flow, but they don't know how
Niggas 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 punks 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 MCs like aluminum foil
Royal, Bo diddle rock a new riddle
School 'em on the ave like Doctor Doolittle
Klepto, tiptoe, take off his dough
Let the Glock nine 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're runnin' out of time
No, I can't hold it back, representin' NY
And I don't know why niggas try, 'cause they die
Every time I see a fuckin' slut, I get stressed
Blast suckers off like Elliot Ness
Oh, yes, relievin' my stress with the ease
I got knowledge of myself, 360 degrees
Another MC wanna test with the game
I lock and load the mic with the lyrics from my brain
Insane, got to get wild and fuckin' crazy
My style's for free, so you punks couldn't trade me in
For another word, life to your mother
Instead of usin' dope, kid, I'd rather use blubber
To explain my flame with the tracks that Dred made
Shit is on the real, all the herbs gettin' played
Now, taste my freshness, it's good, you can bet this
Rhyme is great, so why are you sweatin' this?
Microphone, okay, and a oil as well
Tell you and your fuckin' face to go to H-E-L-L
That's hell if you know how to spell
I'll put my foot up your ass and don't you try to rebel
Well, for the haters who couldn't please like, hold up
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
I'll flavor and spice it, fuck it up just a little more
I crunch and munch, get mad, I get heated
Don't talk, I'm on a hawk, moonwalk, nigga, beat it
But wait, I got more up just my sleeve
It's time for you junkheads to feel and receive
A broken neck, I'm out to wreck, so what the heck?
Here's a broom, and just sweep the deck
You can't hold me back, Dred Scott is my witness
'Cause I be the Grinch that stole your whole Christmas
Now 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 do the work, the niggas called it dirt
At times I get swayed, other times I go berserk
It's the Grinch and the Dred, track a pack and a stack
Y'all know how to act, yo, we can't hold it back
Break it down, break it, break it down like this