MARCO POLO & TORAE - Hold Up lyrics

rate me

(Hold up)

(Hold up)

Y'all rap cats is so bogus

That's why in the clutch all y'all choke like 'dro smokers

Just say the magic words like ho-pocus

And poof, your career is a blur like no focus

Y'all don't know me, but I ain't new

Got mad years in the game, but I ain't through

I could look a young kid in the mouth and rap like I live in the south

But the fact is - I ain't you

Look, it's just me here spittin some game

Hold up - did I just say 'spittin some game'?

Coulda rhymed that with 'in the drop gettin some brain'

Or try to make a claim like 'I'm shippin some caine'

But nah, I don't rap like a typical lame

Talkin 'bout how a chain got 'em dickin some dame

I'm such a fan of the game that I'm sick of the same

So I go back in the archives and listen to Kane

What

(Ho-ho-hold up)

(Ho-hold up)

Yo, the pistol was chrome and the handle pearl grey

When I pop Kings I kill 'em, I'm James Earl Ray

Fuckin around, I ain't with the games girls play

I'm clutchin the pound, I know where your main girl stay

I'm rappin for real, you motherfuckers rappin for play

Packin the steel, actin like it's back in the day

Clappin a tray but actually

With a gun I get dumb like I'm back in the Bay

Listen, my vocab off the chain

Hold up - did I just say 'off the chain'?

Coulda said some other shit like 'I'm better than y'all'

Line 'em up, watch how fast my competitors fall

Niggas rap tough, but they fuckin sweater is small

Kinda funny like you work for Dave Letterman, paw

Listen, crackin jokes sell crack to folks

Roll it black, smoke it up till it scratch your throat

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(Ho-hold up)

(Ho-ho-hold up)

Listen closely, so your attention's undivided

You should hold up cause you 'bout to witness some fly shit

My shit Sean and Ace allowed me to demonstrate

Styles buckwild, meanwhile yo ass I obliterate

Get it straight, the facts is right and exact

Do it for the love of the rap and the dubs on the 'Lac

Do it cause I'm lovin the fact you love what the spittin do

Brainiac dum-dums bust the scientifical

Nigga, it's just Tor here with two of the best

Hold up - did I just say 'two of the best'?

Coulda said 'the Double Barrel leave two in your chest'

Flamin your flesh, T'rae David Koresh

It's the off-beat on-beat man with the mostest

Y'all niggas sweet like the fillin in a hostess

This shit is heat, y'all can seal it in your holster

Brooklyn, we body the beat and then it's over