[00:00.00] 作曲 : Jonathan Scott
[00:03.69](feat. Da Grinch)
[00:04.05][Dred Scott]
[00:10.32]I can't hold it back, lookin for the line
[00:12.63]Can't hold it back, search for the rhyme
[00:15.30]Can't hold it back, inside the mind
[00:17.52]Can't hold it back now you runnin out of time
[00:19.89]BANG, set it, off with the funk
[00:22.17]When I'm on the mic kid don't pop junk
[00:24.51]Cause then I come at you, just like Thriller
[00:26.97]You're like the milk and I'm the serial/cereal, KILLA
[00:29.40]That'll take your mic and your track and pimp it
[00:31.65]Have you swimmin in your blood like Mr. Limpit
[00:34.05]Don't come around here with the wack flow
[00:36.45]I swoop down on ****** like a black crow
[00:38.64]Aww ****! Now it gets scarier
[00:41.19]Timbaland boots to your genital area
[00:43.68]Kick the whole Ku Klux Klan out the South
[00:45.96]Nah punk I won't take the gat out your mouth
[00:48.42]Oh, no, aim for you chest
[00:50.64]Bang! I'm on you like a full court press
[00:53.01]You can't get the mic 'cross the half court line
[00:55.47]Try to concentrate but you're LOSING YOUR MIND!
[00:57.93]NON-STOP ****, I'm in like Flynn
[01:00.24]Don't interrupt, naw kid you can't win!
[01:02.52]The only bright side, I reach for the micraphone;
[01:04.80]You get free parking in the handicapped zone
[01:07.20]And a bro-ken back, I don't care
[01:09.75]Then I put a 'boot' on your ******* wheelchair
[01:21.54]I can't hold it back, lookin for the line
[01:23.91]Can't hold it back, search for the rhyme
[01:26.34]Can't hold it back, inside the mind
[01:28.71]Can't hold it back now you runnin out of time!!!
[01:40.53]I gotta get mine in the here and the now
[01:42.93]Brothers wanna flow but they don't know how
[01:45.78]****** don't know about stayin up late
[01:47.55]While I was in my room kid you was on a date
[01:50.01]Voice got hoarse, but I didn't quit
[01:52.29]Freestyled til my breath smelled like ****!
[01:54.84]Now folks from the old days wanna call
[01:57.27]But I ain't a star so I know I won't fall
[01:59.61]Then it gets worse, when the blood boil
[02:01.89]Crumble emcees like aluminum, foil
[02:04.35]Royal ? here to rock a new riddle
[02:06.57]School em on the Ave. like Dr. Doolittle
[02:08.97]Klepto, schitzo, take all, kids though
[02:11.40]Let the Glock 9 be the Pepto-Bismol
[02:13.74]For the diarrhea of the mouth, no witness
[02:16.11]The punk over there better mind his own business
[02:28.02]I can't hold it back, lookin for the line
[02:30.45]Can't hold it back, search for the rhyme
[02:32.82]Can't hold it back, inside the mind
[02:35.22]Can't hold it back now you runnin out of time!!
[02:37.14][Da Grinch]
[02:37.41]No I can't hold it back, representin I.Y.
[02:39.93]And I don't WHY ****** try cause they die
[02:42.39]Everytime I see a ****** stop sign get stressed
[02:44.76]Blast suckers off like Elliot Ness
[02:46.89]Whoa yes, relievin my stress, with the ease
[02:49.20]I got, knowledge of myself, three-sixty degrees
[02:51.78]Another emcee wanna test with the game
[02:54.15]I lock and load the mic with the lyrics from my brain
[02:56.37]INNN-SANNNE, got to get wild and ****** crazy
[02:58.92]My style is blowin freeze, so you punks couldn't trade me in
[03:01.41]For another, word life to your mother
[03:03.66]Instead of using **** kid I'd rather use butter
[03:05.85]To ex-plain the flav' with the track the Dred made
[03:08.79]**** is on the real all the herbs get slayed now
[03:10.98]Taste my freshness, it's good and you can bet this
[03:13.23]Rhyme is great so why are you sweatin this
[03:15.69]Micraphone, a kid and a whore as well
[03:18.03]Tell you in your ****** face to go to H-E-L-L
[03:20.67]That's Hell if you know how to spell
[03:22.38]I put my foot up yo' ass and don't you try to rebel
[03:24.33]With both anchors I'm good to please like hold em
[03:27.54]Get on your knees and suck my whole scrotum
[03:29.52]And kiss my ass, cause son, you might as well face it
[03:32.25]Your rhymes ain't **** so, go ahead and taste it
[03:34.53]But not with a crazy straw cause now you're my little whore
[03:36.99]Add flavor and spice to **** it up just a little more
[03:39.30]I crunch and munch get mad, and get heated
[03:41.46]Don't talk I'm on the hawk, Moonwalk ***** Beat It
[03:43.89]But, wait, I got more, UP just my sleeve
[03:46.20]Cause I want you junkheads to feel and receive
[03:48.84]A broken neck, I'm OUT to wreck, so WHAT the heck
[03:51.48]Here's the broom and just sweep the deck
[03:53.43]You can't hold me back, Dred Scott is my witness
[03:55.86]Cause I be Da Grinch that stoled your whole Christmas
[03:58.44]And what that means is, you don't have the gift
[04:00.60]Now why you wanna riff cause I'm lightin up the spliff
[04:03.06]To get blunted at times yo, I sip on the forty
[04:05.37]Back in Farmer Queens, where people called me shorty
[04:07.77]I used to the work, the ****** called it dirt
[04:10.14]At times I'd get SWAYZE OTHER TIMES I'D GO BEZERK
[04:12.33]It's Da Grinch and the Dred, track attack and it's fat
[04:14.82]Don't know how to act, yo we can't hold it back
[04:17.10]Break it down, break it break it down LIKE THIS...

作曲 : Jonathan Scott
(feat. Da Grinch)
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!!
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...