[Verse 1: Esteem]
On the next mission like I'm James T. Kirk
'Cause like Barrington Levy said yo, every posse must work son
The contract with real incentives and perks
And fuck a rushed management 'cause rushed management jerks
Don't start with the Capital CPT
I'm from Brooklyn and Comp ain't jack to me
Would have me think that they're in gangs and drug deals
Rob and shot still, they ain't real
They fallacy be fallin' like a freeway
An earthquake struck in L.A. that Monday
These brothers kill me with the stories they tellin'
If y'all was some real gangsters hustlin', y'all keep sellin'
But you never have to buy no key bag
You makin' it so wack I can't wear my fuckin' rag
So popular redder, Emily plus Anna
Be waltzin' through Wall Street wearin' pink bandannas
For all of you new jackers, wiggas, crackers
My shit is gettin' harder than some benched outside linebacker
I bring it you even up a Gleason's Gym
You beat your sportin' partner, I ain't him
Lay back in the recliner, capture ill reminders of my wicked witty one-liners
Got the neck you lack
And this ain't no K-Solo's, and I can't hold it back

[Chorus: Sample]
Hold it back, I can't hold it back, I can't hold it back...
[Verse 2: Esteem]
Beware of the comin 'of the lyrical invasion
The whole of the wack nation I'ma fall like [?]
The Esteem is out for no more friends, strictly enemies
Competition haven't got the balls nor the testies
Got the mind to withstand central bookin' in the Brownsville
In Bedstuy, in these Flatbush Parts of Brooklyn
When I roll a spliff, the head it must come fatty
Had to row in our section whenever did sex party
Right Like Donald Lloyd from Brooklyn to say Des Moines joins in
You flip like coins, yo suck these loins
Lose you like a Muggsy Bogues
I'm sellin' like a [?], sellin' you parts of stokes
My past black knowledge is more sound
Than what you heard from many negro black colleges
Takin' a second to be candid, don't matter if you're black or white
Just look at what Michael Jackson did
I'm a less than butthole bandit, though I've got no time for butt
Kissin' come right after dissin', you won't pop
Come to my spot, you're comin' so much my spots hot
You gettin' done with the gun with a red dot
Wack and there's somethin' goin' go 'cause it's flippin'
Name is Sheck, a-yo death for I can't hold it back

[Chorus: Sample]
I can't hold it back, I can't hold it back, I can't hold it back...
[Verse 3: Esteem]
Yo as I slow shit down, you say ''Wait up
You was told yo we da fat ones straight up''
Get on any man that know that he resembles Snoopy
From the Peanuts in our dishes, that's like cheddar, that's Woopi
House of representatives, we all in the mix
Gots to hold down the 4.6 like it's Fort Dix
Like Ronnie Lie I coulda hit ya with a late hits
Never deficits, Esteem is filled with great wits
French cookin' females with them big fat soft tits
The fuck you wanna do yo?
Yo I ain't grow up in no hood and I ain't CMW
I rip your studio plus my first show
And diss that bitch in the front row, Eddie Apollo
Michael's butt
Yo now it matters if he's black since they did a raid on his nuts
Real hip-hop's back on the map
Any other than that, gonna catch the Rick flair swag, what, whoo
Jump your system inside session
Blow up while you're steppin' in the sight my weapon
Now you ran, you fled, you heard what the man said
All who are back up in Farmers Morestead
Peeps try to front like they hardcore real
They ain't real just because they say they pulled out steel
They fuckin' raps style's nervous, they be doin' the mic a disservice
This mic's for Brian plus Curtis
Yo I get amped when I read about a slave's tomb
Can't really write, I try to come off when I hit the booms
I go pom-pom, I join [?]
Conquerin' rhymin', gonna bust you with the Desert Eagle
My third eye's the star, shinin' like a Five Senses
Vision is plenty, yo I don't need no flippin' lens
Jump your bone, tell all your frat boyfriends girls, friend
I can't hold it back, I can't hold it back
[Outro]
Recognize East Flatbush, house of reps up in this
Stitch, Quickstar G, Fox, Legit, Greg G, my man Payday, Spence
We up in this, this is Esteem on the sign-off, what
Bring it, bring that shit, bring that shit