Native Mindstate - Hold On lyrics

Verse 1 - #Database He said he spat the rhyme with a 40 oz of OE Slowly, with mannerisms of a goalie How he spit the rhyme ill & keep still Will, ADHD isn't real Too bad cha mom and pop probably wouldn't say so Hey bro, the end of the day, you gotta pay so Your f**ed up money sh**, 24 years & I ain't receive cent It's time for wack emcees to take a hike It's time for time for me to grab the mic Hold it in one hand, I grip it like manwich Brand switch, heat it up, then eat it like a sandwich Tell Tucan Sam scram or get his man clipped Sanskrit letters engrave lyrical handscript Hand picked, and he raw like cilantro Tonto, tell your granny drop drawers pronto Track 5, Slick Rick, shout it like a combo Center stage, t-shirts? I seen 'em throwing ponchos Trend setter, compliments of Monpo, operation cuando Database hold on Hook - #Database (eyy) Hold on to the (eyy) microphone (eyy) Hold on to the (eyy) microphone (eyy) Hold on to the (eyy) microphone Verse 2 - #Database When he spit a line he delivered in reel time For meals Quick spiel, handy-cam f** a deal, Im free Every letter was perfectly well plotted, she nodded To discover that she spotted A franchise of emcees You never heard Solid with the lyrics and beats That is my word Whole team spitting slime til you quote a rhyme So prime I probably should of told you that its go time Verse 3 - TRW Most high, probably shoulda told you that its smoke time Let me see ya microphone dawg I think I broke mine Bully the boombox, shocked position locked Johnnie Walker with no socks Dropped into a clock Watch photographic memory p**no active energy, global tactic infantry Vernaculars a symphony Ya little lunch money ain't sh** I might bag up twice off one flip One rip Hook Verse 4 My plan, decisive, armed like a tricep Extended a hybrid of crossbows with sightings Song writing a heist and out drinking an Irish Man, you could try him but I wouldn't advise him He's leaking he considers himself a genius So if he need his mouth shut please see him a seamstress Drunk delinquent, toasting wiht jetsetters Lighting weed on La Cienega in the best weather Cali green, windows down, day is the best ever Dunks wit the satin inside but rest leather -- and who gon play harder to get better Sick like my room full of cards saying get better The soul army of rebels, who hold harmony in him I'm at the barbeque yelling n***a yo momma be k**ing The D, like your defeat, oh hold up your missing your feet You raw? I guess why you missing the heat On Mission Beach with fly women who listen to beats Thats who I keep No sleep Hold your breath til the outro You might wanna vouch for n***as you bring out dawg Natve Mind we out cha'll Hook