| Ayo, to whom it may concern I ain’t tryin' to offend ya
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| But I’m somethin' like Eminem and Pun mixed in the blender
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| Cause I’m half spic, half white plus I rep rap right
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| Plus I live the fast life, plus I’m just that nice
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| Now
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| You can have your own opinion
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| Try to throw dirt on my name like a meridian
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| Try to punk me out of my shit like I’m an Indian
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| But Term stay swingin' the bats like Dominican
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| Nah
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| I never did hard time
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| But I pick hard beats and I write hard rhymes
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| And I moved hard white right before I got signed
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| So I treated every track like a race against time
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| I’m, livin' for the rhyme, not livin' for the lime light
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| The longevity and lyricism is a long flight
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| Get ready for the all night shoot outs and bar fights
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| A couple cats on site you could bet I would make 'em
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| Hold that
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| Said I’ll never make it on the mic
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| Six months later I was in the Unsigned Hype
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| I told 'em hold that
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| They said I couldn’t sell
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| Six months later I was in the XXL
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| I made 'em hold that
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| Like when I beat my case
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| I told the punk police «Fuck you» to they face
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| I made 'em hold that
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| I’m here to keep it alive
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| Like KRS said, I knew hip hop would never die
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| Yo '88 to '99, man what a crazy time
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| Razor sharp blazin' rhymes
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| Now it’s all the same design
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| Wack lyrics, catchy hook, posin' with a sketchy hook
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| Rappers threw away their Timbs now they want the sexy look
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| Damn
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| Well if that’s the case B
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| I guess I’m Kanye, pass that «versece»
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| I know my bitch baby momma tryin' to erase me
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| I’m on TV everyday so you still gotta face me
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| Momma hold that
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| Now back to my beats
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| Ain’t another rapper in the world rappin' like T
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| Still these funny ass promoters think I’m rappin' for free
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| Well I ain’t rappin' at your show if you ain’t passin' me G’s
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| My nigga hold that
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| Still I do it for the love
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| Love hip hop, love rippin' mics and love guns
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| Never run, never hold mine tongue and hold back
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| Shoot the ones with anybody and tell 'em to hold that
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| Hold that
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| Said I’ll never make it on the mic
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| Six months later I was in the Unsigned Hype
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| I told 'em hold that
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| They said I couldn’t sell
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| Six months later I was in the XXL
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| I made 'em hold that
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| Like when I beat my case
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| I told the punk police «Fuck you» to they face
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| I made 'em hold that
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| I’m here to keep it alive
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| Like KRS said, I knew hip hop would never die
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| Hold that |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hold That , by - Termanology. Song from the album Time Machine, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп