Rhyme Recca - Lock 'Em Down lyrics

[Intro: Rhyme Recca] Ah, ah, check it out, Recca Represent it like this [Rhyme Recca] Rat like von, sick like Saddam, the Recca bombs Enemy, M.C.'s like walls in Vietnam Far from calm, cool, rough like barb-wire Rapid fire murder M.C.'s like Michael Myers Ma** destruction, crushin', men wit no discussion Heads I'm rushin', like toilet bowls I be flushin' Bullsh** M.C.'s who lack raps like these My R.A.P.'s burn M.C.'s like S.T.D.'s I rap, whenever I step, bullets eject And those who slept on rap, will victim to this tech Weak, I freak, complete profound underground Cuz sound compounds, like Chuck D., I shut 'em down Recca the sound, bang it in ya ear like headphones My flow dope, now causin' "demolition" like Stallone Leave me alone, I'm not the one, two or three Or fourth M.C. wanna be, I k** like H.I.V [Chorus 2X: Rhyme Recca] I lock 'em down, the way it's supposed to be When the fake M.C. tries to step to me I hold it down, the way it's supposed to be Like a real M.C., on the M.I.C [Rhyme Recca] Expect the unexpected, most respect Wit disrespected, in pieces you will be rested Tested, Recca k**s germs like penicillin Antibiotic, mentally psychotic, when I drop it Stop it, you ain't got enough sk**s to build My ex-grills cause chills, plus I enter the ill But if you will I break arms, legs and necks My mic checks cause side effects when I flex Like a muscle, f** the hustle, I'm quick to crush you Quick to rush you, I "def jam" rappers like Russell Simmons, deadly venom, lethal like cancer Battlin' the records, like tryin' question the answer Dummy, it don't make sense to get against the grain I bring more pain to dissect ya game Retreat, threaten like you hard is illogical I be the diabolical, violate, I body you [Chorus 2X] [Rhyme Recca] I'll make you famous, Recca gets all up in the an*s Verbal homicide, hit 'em up wit the stainless steel Rap appear real like revelation The confrontation, I murder M.C.'s like Jason Vorhees, M.C.'s, they ready for the ball Bulletproof army suits and loaded four-four Bulldog barks, I spark M.C.'s like matches Laser beam flashes, bodies turn to ashes Put on ya gla**es, now you see me like a T.V Photographic like graffiti, I come in 3D Motion picture, paint and picked ya, record flipster Holy scripture, press my finger on the trigger BLADOW, I freak rap styles like wet jeans co*k back gun machines, I roll deep like marines Holdin' down the fort, nothin' moves but the money Appetite becomes destructive when I get hungry Best to front g, you ain't got nothin' for me I'm f**in' rappers up, period, end of story [Chorus 3X]