Chris Miles - Hold Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Miles] Came from the bottom, eating rappers all day I'm a lion If you saying they dope, you lying Tryna make it big in the game I ain't in it for the bug or supply Real talk go hard, flowing that cinder block, I'm unstoppable k**ing rappers every day, cause beating the beat of his own d**h When I fulfill, I'm hard to k** To be shooting the bullets and richochet never was comical On the prodigal, my heart be lies to my lungs I'm like Pica**o and the mind of Einstein combined into one And I get everybody to go psycho when I spit rhymes on my tongue When I go ham you get hammered I'm seeing all rappers or panthers And you're a cat I'm a panther I be getting that dough, you get antlers My flow is reckless, I wreck sh** And I just sever in seconds You know that I be repping that Down to the point that I'm breathless [Hook] I tell em, hold up, hold up, stop for a second All we do is grind, yeah, that be the method I'm k**ing instrumentals daily on that 24/7 And yeah I flow so sicken I get your whole crew ... I tell 'em hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Wait, stop for a second I tell 'em hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Wait, stop for a second I tell 'em hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Wait, stop for a second I tell 'em [Verse 2: Shizzy Sixx] Hold up, bow down to the prince, it's Sixx Every other lyricist get linched The sh**, heed every word pa** my lips I spit, bars bout the gang, leaving dudes bluer than the Crips, legit Overdrive, I'ma hit my switch, ah Young n***a with a pony tail, showing Hip Hop I'm the holy grail Every tactic I attack in, with this rapping is ma**ive, you only frail So stale when I get in the bed and it's fresh Every little minute that pa**es yes Shows I'm best, next, no one, there's no S, on my chest Super and beyond that, I'm fire, nothing I'm beyond that I hate emcees and beyond rap, don't do d** I'm beyond crack Beyond slack, I'm going in, I been hungry Yeah appetite of the Olsen twins, notice him Born to win, gone to roast your hopeless kin Your outfits breaks necks, mine gets dome to spin No it's him, Suicide, let the blows begin Battling bodies and the souls within, you dig? [Hook] I tell em, hold up, hold up, stop for a second All we do is grind, yeah, that be the method I'm k**ing instrumentals daily on that 24/7 And yeah I flow so sicken I get your whole crew ... I tell 'em hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Wait, stop for a second I tell 'em hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Wait, stop for a second I tell 'em hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Wait, stop for a second I tell 'em [Verse 3: Chris Miles] Hold up, hold up, wait, stop for a second Bout to go off and the pop on the record I am a legend define the rest of them Doing my thang, now wait more men... I be up late nights take on I dove in, this game and they go on without stay to it These broads, man I'd like to break it down... k** 'em with the flow, you ain't nothing like vasectomies Get these haters crawling like the freaking human centipedes I am a beast, eating competition with no recipe Hold up, wait a second, I ain't stopping till I rest in peace The next emcee to blow, I am deadly, no joke With my melodies, I sever beasts, leave em deceased and choke 'em The disease of a mind compulsive, my rhymes with the pencil Hopefully in time I will shine but till then morever, hol' up