Pop Da Brown Hornet Hold Ground lyrics

This is the part, we shake the charts
And rock the people, shake the ground

Brakes ya self for the one two punch
I hit ya so hard, I make ya cough up ya lungs
You should of never tried to confront this
Top notch lyricist, with that foolishness

I come with the uncontrollable, untamable
Sometimes I'm feeling just like a wild animal
Seek and destroy any fake B-boy
Let him say what he gotta say, and then rap his ass away

I do things the old fashion
You can come high tech, my shit still stays smashin'
And overwhelmin', ever since I came out, ya click start rebellin'
Word up, see, they taste the truth and the juice

The joints grain produce
Keep girlie's movin' in they Hip Hop boots
Rap extraordinary, who keepin' shit tighter than mics
Not just hooks and uppercuts, I bring it straight down the pipe

Through the unpredictable, be ya shit and critical
I predict pain inflicted or Mr. Pitiful
So get 'em diced to the high roller
Get a call and send my seed to the microphone controller

Watch me do damage, bring ya favorite MC
I take advantage and pin his ass straight to the canvas
I want it all even though I can't have it
I guess that makes me an addict, who can't kick the habitat

Hip hop keep me on high, I love it
I gotta confess, spark the lah

Hold ground, to my people in the street
Hold ground
Hold ground, 'cause shit is gettin' deep
Hold ground

Hold ground while I take you to on another level
Moves are made without the devil
How can I get to you, should I fly like R. Kelly?
Put it in ya mouth like Akinyele

I can't provoke it when I contemplate
Wait for souls, and read these scrolls that I make
Say and word to gets me, every day demons want to get me
Can't stop what they can't see, when I glide like a Frisbee

Movin' through ya window like a breeze
Bank accounts needed over seas, so I can gravel as I please
Total shutdown, total failure
Freeze that thought, let it run through ya mind for dead MC's

Can you make it to 2 G's?
Watch ya soul because everybody bleeds

And that's real, don't force it
See even on a sunny side it's shady, the hold grounds shaking

I'm gettin' like an arch rival, they think I'm after they title
Fuck it, think they keep it, I'm still gonna freak it
Explode like a firework, and make the party jerk
So my man can get his dick up out the dirt

It's all about a good time, that's why I like the rhyme nasty
Get an oil massage and fuck till I'm ashy
Thought he had me beat, just because he passed me
I'm too crafty, quick to say ya like to keep it shafty

In and out the cut, in and out the butt, what?
I don't give a fuck, you can bring it if you wanna
I'm already backed up in the corner
Had's about enough and I can't stands it no longer

Watered down MC's, I'm applyin' the freeze
How the fuck ya gonna live in sub zero degrees
You know, you know, how you gonna survive?
Come on, how you gonna survive?

Hold ground, to my people in the street
Hold ground
Hold ground, 'cause shit is gettin' deep
Hold ground

Hold ground, to my people in the street
Hold ground
Hold ground, 'cause shit is gettin' deep
Hold ground

This is the part, we shake the charts
And rock the people
This is the part, we shake the charts
And rock the people

This is the, this is
This is, this is
This is, this is the
Can't stop, can't stop, can't stop

Hold ground
This is the part, hold ground
This is the, hold ground
To my people in the street, hold ground

Shake the ground
Hold ground, 'cause shit is gettin' deep
Hold ground
Shake the ground
This is the part
This is the part, we