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Carpenter Richard - Can't Hold It Back lyrics
[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 businessCarpenter Richard - Can't Hold It Back - http://motolyrics.com/carpenter-richard/cant-hold-it-back-lyrics.html
 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...










