Chris Miles Hold Up Lyrics

(Verse: Chris Miles)
Came from the bottom, eating rappers so damn my line
If you sayin they dope, you lying
Tryina make it big in the game I aint in it for the booby supply
Real talk could go hard, flowin that cinder block, Im unstoppable
Killin rappers every day, cause beatin the beat of his own death
When I fulfill, Im hard to kill
To be sure never the bulletin of a ricochet never is comical
Im the prodigal son, my heartbeat lies to my lungs
Im like Picasso, under minded stacking, binded to one
And I get everybody to go psycho when I spit bars on my tongue
When I go HAM you get hammered
Im shittin on rappers and on panthers
And youre a cat Im a panther
I be getting that dough, you get antlers
My flow is reckless, I wreck shits
And I just sever in seconds
You know that I be reppin that
Right to the point that Im breathless

(Hook: Chris Miles)
I tell em, hold up, hold up,
Wait, stop for a second
All we do is grind, yeah, that be the method
Im killin instrumentals daily on that 24/7
And yeah I flow so sicken I get your whole crew deathened
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 hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Wait, stop for a second

(Verse: Shizzy Sixx)
Hold up, bow down to the prince, its Sixx
Every other lyricist get linched
The shit, heed every word pass my lips
I spit, bars bout the gang, leavin dudes bluer that the creeps legit
Its overdrive, when I hit my switch, ah
Young nigga with a pony tail, showin hip hop Im the holy grail
Every tactic I attack in, with this rappin is massive, you only frail
So style when I get in the bed and its fresh
Every little minute that passes yes
Shows Im best, next, no one, theres no S, on my chest
Super and beyond that, Im fire, nothing Im beyond that
I hate emcees and beyond rap, dont do drugs Im beyond crack
Beyond slack, Im going in, I been hungry
Yeah appetite of an Olsen twin, notice him
Born to win, gone to roast your hopeless kin
Your outfits breaks necks, mine gets dome to spin
No attempt, suicide, let the blows begin
Battling bodies and the souls within, you dig?

(Hook: Chris Miles)
I tell em, hold up, hold up,
Wait, stop for a second
All we do is grind, yeah, that be the method
Im killin instrumentals daily on that 24/7
And yeah I flow so sicken I get your whole crew deathened
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 hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Wait, stop for a second

(Verse: Chris Miles)
Hold up, hold up, wait, stop for a second
Bout to go off and the pop on the record
I done my legend define the rest of them
Doing my thang, now wait woman
All the men is gonna get a prison notice
I be up late nights, I count it
I dove in, this game and they go on without stay to it
These broads, man Id like to break it down
No lady Im counterfeit, Im bound to speak
Til they get that girl up on my head
Im back, ambition, Im packin riddles
Im pass these jabbers and pass the ghetto
So whack to it when I rap it quick
And man Im other than say Im gonna lie
Imma kill it with the flow, you aint nothing like vasectomies
Get these haters crawling like the freakin human centipede
I am a beast, eatin competition with no recipe
Hold up, wait a second, I aint stoppin till I rest in peace
The next emcee to blow, I am deadily
No choke your rib on melodies, I sever beasts, leave em deceased and choke em
These east of a mind, composing my rhymes with a pencil
Hopefully in time I will shine but till then morever, holdup.

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