作曲 : Jonathan Scott (feat. 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 ****** like a black crow Aww ****! 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 ****, 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 ******* 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 ****** 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 ****! 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 ****** try cause they die Everytime I see a ****** 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 ****** crazy My style is blowin freeze, so you punks couldn't trade me in For another, word life to your mother Instead of using **** kid I'd rather use butter To ex-plain the flav' with the track the Dred made **** 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 ****** 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 **** so, go ahead and taste it But not with a crazy straw cause now you're my little whore Add flavor and spice to **** it up just a little more I crunch and munch get mad, and get heated Don't talk I'm on the hawk, Moonwalk ***** 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 ****** 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...
作曲 : Jonathan Scott (feat. 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 ****** like a black crow Aww ****! 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 ****, 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 ******* 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 ****** 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 ****! 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 ****** try cause they die Everytime I see a ****** 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 ****** crazy My style is blowin freeze, so you punks couldn't trade me in For another, word life to your mother Instead of using **** kid I'd rather use butter To ex-plain the flav' with the track the Dred made **** 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 ****** 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 **** so, go ahead and taste it But not with a crazy straw cause now you're my little whore Add flavor and spice to **** it up just a little more I crunch and munch get mad, and get heated Don't talk I'm on the hawk, Moonwalk ***** 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 ****** 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...
