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    Текст песни Dred Scott - Can't Hold It Back

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    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...
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