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"Hold Up"

[Verse 1: Chris Miles]
Came from the bottom, eating rappers all day I'm a lion
If you saying they dope, you lying
Tryna make it big in the game I ain’t in it for the bug or supply
Real talk go hard, flowing that cinder block, I’m unstoppable
Killing rappers every day, cause beating the beat of his own death
When I fulfill, I’m hard to kill
To be shooting the bullets and richochet never was comical
On the prodigal, my heart be lies to my lungs
I’m like Picasso and the mind of Einstein combined into one
And I get everybody to go psycho when I spit rhymes on my tongue
When I go ham you get hammered
I’m seeing all rappers or panthers
And you’re a cat I’m a panther
I be getting that dough, you get antlers
My flow is reckless, I wreck sh*t
And I just sever in seconds
You know that I be repping that
Down to the point that I’m breathless

[Hook]
I tell em, hold up, hold up, stop for a second
All we do is grind, yeah, that be the method
I’m killing instrumentals daily on that 24/7
And yeah I flow so sicken I get your whole crew ...
I tell 'em hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Wait, stop for a second
I tell 'em hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Wait, stop for a second
I tell 'em hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Wait, stop for a second
I tell 'em

[Verse 2: Shizzy Sixx]
Hold up, bow down to the prince, it’s Sixx
Every other lyricist get linched
The sh*t, heed every word pass my lips
I spit, bars bout the gang, leaving dudes bluer than the Crips, legit
Overdrive, I’ma hit my switch, ah
Young n*gga with a pony tail, showing Hip Hop I’m the holy grail
Every tactic I attack in, with this rapping is massive, you only frail
So stale when I get in the bed and it’s fresh
Every little minute that passes yes
Shows I’m best, next, no one, there’s no S, on my chest
Super and beyond that, I’m fire, nothing I’m beyond that
I hate emcees and beyond rap, don’t do drugs I’m beyond crack
Beyond slack, I’m going in, I been hungry
Yeah appetite of the Olsen twins, notice him
Born to win, gone to roast your hopeless kin
Your outfits breaks necks, mine gets dome to spin
No it's him, Suicide, let the blows begin
Battling bodies and the souls within, you dig?

[Hook]
I tell em, hold up, hold up, stop for a second
All we do is grind, yeah, that be the method
I’m killing instrumentals daily on that 24/7
And yeah I flow so sicken I get your whole crew ...
I tell 'em hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Wait, stop for a second
I tell 'em hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Wait, stop for a second
I tell 'em hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Wait, stop for a second
I tell 'em

[Verse 3: Chris Miles]
Hold up, hold up, wait, stop for a second
Bout to go off and the pop on the record
I am a legend define the rest of them
Doing my thang, now wait more men...
I be up late nights take on
I dove in, this game and they go on without stay to it
These broads, man I’d like to break it down...
Kill 'em with the flow, you ain’t nothing like vasectomies
Get these haters crawling like the freaking human centipedes
I am a beast, eating competition with no recipe
Hold up, wait a second, I ain’t stopping till I rest in peace
The next emcee to blow, I am deadly, no joke
With my melodies, I sever beasts, leave em deceased and choke 'em
The disease of a mind compulsive, my rhymes with the pencil
Hopefully in time I will shine but till then morever, hol' up

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