Lyrics Hold My Crown - Mikill Pane, Jordan Stephens, Doc Brown

Hold My Crown - Mikill Pane, Jordan Stephens, Doc Brown
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-хоп
Date 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

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Artist lyrics: Mikill Pane
Artist lyrics: Jordan Stephens