Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hold My Crown, artist - Mikill Pane. Album song Let MC It, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Only Son
Song language: English
Hold My Crown |
| Can I have a case of samples? |
| Which, believe me, is a load |
| (What the devil’s that?) |
| I get deeper than a scuba diver |
| Better ratings on the street than an Über driver |
| So have a listen, mate, act as if this isn’t great |
| You know I go in like I’m acting in Prison Break |
| Every lyric sprayed is the greatest in a different way |
| Whenever you spray, it’s just the same shit, different day |
| I’ve got the crude stuff streaming like an oil rush |
| I poke a lot of fun at your shit, royal flush |
| Mud rich but we’re lyrically absolute |
| Bet you’ll fall short like a midget with a parachute |
| You’ve forgotten how to MC, chaps |
| You ain’t got a gift, you’ve got empty raps |
| I’m the best in the business, stressing these bitches |
| Getting more hoes than Vietnamese dishes |
| And it really isn’t hard to see what you’re about |
| You’ve been living off garbage like Oscar the Grouch |
| If you didn’t think that I was trouble then you’re fully wrong |
| My bars are solid gold, that’s how the fuck I get my bully on |
| You walk around thinking whatever you spit is cool |
| It’s out of this world, it’s the chronicles of ridicule |
| My bars are graffiti, I’m a writer and destroyer |
| You say you’re the cream, but nigga, I prefer soya |
| I don’t think I’ll ever have nicer words for ya |
| Like it’s all good, man, I ain’t Heisenberg’s lawyer |
| We’ve been rolling around doing some other things |
| But don’t get it twisted, we’re still the fucking kings |
| Still hold it down, we got the flow and ting |
| Hold my crown, bruv, I’m going in |
| See, I know my art, I know my flow’s bizarre |
| Watch should weather any storm like it’s Noah’s ark |
| No, I can’t hear anybody tryna be negative |
| Can’t take my wind if you ain’t even dealt with overdraft |
| Plant a seed and grow a plant |
| I hear these rappers and their art and integrity seems to grow apart |
| I used to listen to these rappers and I’d only laugh |
| Now I’ve had a change of heart, like I’m Tony Stark |
| Got insight in the diaphragm |
| But their vibes are so flat, I don’t even need to iron man |
| People make assumptions, only, I know my final plan |
| I know I’m sitting on fire like a frying pan |
| Watch the eggs sizzle, yes, Rizzle |
| Never academic cause I’m best middle |
| Ayo, you never gave me that respect? |
| Then expect little |
| You see, exams made me laugh but now girls want my testicles |
| Exam, laugh, get it? |
| Not a damn chance |
| Only get my filler bars, I’m that smart |
| You see, my race came with hurdles but I never played the black card |
| Now I’m only ever taking charges on my black card |
| Didn’t dumb down, I wised up |
| People seem to get a nice buzz from bragging that they supply drugs |
| Might be selling class As, you ain’t selling class |
| Now the classes above you are saying «nice one» |
| We’ve been rolling around doing some other things |
| But don’t get it twisted, we’re still the fucking kings |
| Still hold it down, we got the flow and ting |
| Hold my crown |
| My type of brain is like a crane, a tidal wave of ideas |
| I’m the same, whether I’m on stage or I write a page |
| Or I’m tryna make movies with the title name beside my face |
| Despite the fame, my rhyming game is like Mikill Pane in a cycle lane |
| I dutty ride a kick and snare, with a twist of rizzle there |
| Three kings with a different heir, skin that shit in here |
| Spark it and watch the paper sizzle till it isn’t there |
| Live a wild life, I’m a grizzly breh |
| Listen, bro, you can’t ever get me pigeonholed |
| Kill 'em with the blow, with the flow or a sicker joke |
| On the ends with some nutty fuckers that are game-ready |
| Then I’m on the same telly with Lorraine Kelly |
| Halfway to an OBE |
| But when the queen hands 'em out, bruv, you won’t see me |
| I’m a role model rolling with models and won’t follow the trends |
| So I’m the man of yester-year and tomorrow |
| I’m old school London, chief, I ain’t even reached |
| Keep your farmer’s markets, man, fuck a quiche |
| And your sour dough, why you looking sour doe? |
| We’re the guys that lower your house price, that’s how it goes |
| A born star of council estate courtyards |
| Now I ball hard, taking winnings on my scorecard |
| See, I’m more advanced, doper than the Tour de France |
| I only gave up rap to give you all a chance |