Dutch Ma**ive - Hold Something lyrics

[Verse 1: Dutchma**ive] Yo there's a diss, diss here Yo there's a diss, diss there Here a diss, there a diss, everybody's dissing me Yo I'm out of options The force of impact on local voices stays constant Build a ma**ive anger and now I'm lost in Jealous of my high pitched vocals and rough delivery You're sick of me Saddened by the fact we marked history The first amongst professionals, emerging from Junk Planet Planned in tropic states and then we start expanding I'm the dopest lyricist! 17 and always stressed Cause my f**ed-up outlook on life; I stay vexed I'm the best at what I do; I'm not a man you can defeat Here's advice to all you cipher rivals, "yo talk is cheap" I delete a**holes with abundance of animosity I'm still the dopest, even though you f**ed up my sound quality An oddity, outcast, that's straight from the normal Now who's the piece of sh**? Ya'll are f**ing stupid! [Verse 2: Celph Titled] You know it's atomic when You can't stop the rain Ravage bodies for segments and sediments Ain't a damn thing changed My persona precise conducts riveting performances One hundred percentages Vision of succeeding is fictitious like unicorn's with contact lenses What?! Most don't know what Much of those freakin' are stisters staggering to sisters Stops their sisters stuttering and study my rhymes You can shake my hand, but use the other to count your blessings We be the three horsemen of this art form, odd numbers the essence Flashing automatic weapons is blasphemous You'd better hold something heavy When me and the soul kid klik combine the counter-reaction's unbelievable Thus inconceivable Yo G-Clef hold me back This ain't your average gun clap rap From New York City, to TPA, and back Make sure you pick-up a brochure or pamphlet for info On how I single-handed turn drama MC hamlets in to omelets; Quite nicely, minus the spicy additive The saddest kids at a loss for adjectives to describe these whack sh** pa**ages {*Beat change*} (Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this sh** ay man, you got to get more hyped up than that) (Yo, I ain't even feeling you Dutch) [Verse 3: Dutchma**ive] Ayo commence with the gibberish Face it, ain't nobody hearing sh** I think too much to be an imitating lyricist My experience lacking all qualities of stability C'mon ya'll are k**ing me I rearrange identities and ride galactic centipedes More enemies to diss my ego (Nah Duke I'm just confident) Battling Demigods I exit out the Alpha Project Flying objects emit from the arms of order logic You are all now my hostage There is no escape from the carbon gla** surrounding You're trapped in your own bullsh** ways of gettin' down kid Emotion filled ba*tard, battle scars I have none Lookin' towards the future makes me wanna purchase mad guns Stunned to the fact that I act like I don't care But I'm not mad at the world, just everybody living here (Dutch, you still whack) [Verse 4: Celph Titled] Yo life's a snitch, God forbid the b**h report me I practice witchcraft and sorcery, transcend velocities immortally Spittin' ammunition in all directions; I'm every man's fear You could turn yourself invisible, but you still couldn't stand clear I live in the flesh, only when I'm wearin' it Flow active and narrative Speak with many tongues leaving MC's speechless Samaritans I get more applause than God at the Gospel Awards My acceptance speech was immortalized in stone tablets, before the Dinosaurs Beyond the limits that are humanly possible Ripping your hair out follicle by follicle Diabolical vandalist, f** the graffiti artist I'm the Vampire calligraphist I'd rather tag your name with your cardiovascular excrements Motherf**er this is your last will and testament Celph Titled, sincerely yours, the man who exhales toxins Holdin' down the tropic states, we carry knives to cut our boxes Word life MC's act like they can flow I know you faking Jacks cause you as hardcore as the Cosby Show (W-w-w-w-What's that!? That, [?]) (TAKE OFF YOUR SHOES, YOU ARE ON HOLY GROUND!)