Hold It Now

Got a buzz like I'm Georgia Tech

They're still cheering like I'm all that's left

The air is toxic when you draw your breath

Resurrect the music, I'm snatching it from claws of death

Vital signs are improving, I make em lay down

An idle mind is usually described as the devil's playground

My rep established I'm rapping just for the sport of it

Been nice for a career, you just barely grasping the thought of it

Indebted to the hood like a Rush Card

Support her like push-up bras and lumbars

Except I'm never sitting, I'm ever-living like Mummm-Ra, I'm the sun god

Smart as a whip, but forever rippin it dumb-hard

I see you fronting with your dollar store shades on

Faker than abs that's sprayed, artificial as rayon

Run a set of fine you questify like ray don

Shung when I'm forming like voultron of young Raekwon

Mix in a bit of KRS-One and Q-tip

Rock him some of that ice cube, now who's this

No one as gifted as this, so magnificent

Classically consistent, I'm nasty as black licorice

Coldest, but I get the room hotter than bikram yoga

Seen the show, you know I make the people move like an eviction notice

I'm focused, I'm Moses when the mic is on

That's why these rappers scatter like roaches when the light is on

Hold it now, I hold it down

I'm staying where I'm at, you better go around

You know the voice and you know the sound

I rip the microphone and then I throw it down

Hold it now, I hold it down

I'm staying where I'm at, you better go around

You know the voice and you know the sound

I rip the microphone and then I throw it down