[Chorus: Dred Scott]

I can't hold it back, lookin' for the line

I can't hold it back, search for the rhyme

Can't hold it back, inside the mind

Can't hold it back now you're runnin' out of time

[Verse 1: Dred Scott]

Bang! Set it, off with the funk

When I'm on the mic, kid, don't pop junk

'Cause then I come at you, just like Thriller

You're like the milk and I'm the cereal killer

That'll take your mic and your track and pimp it

Have you swimmin' in your blood like Mr. Limpit

Don't come around here with the wack flow

I swoop down on niggas like a black crow

Ah shit, now it gets scarier

Timberland boot to your genital area

Kick the whole Ku Klux Klan out the South

Nah, punk, I won't take the gat out your mouth

Oh no, aim for your chest

Bang! I'm on you like a full court press

You can't get the mic 'cross the half court line

Try to concentrate but you're losin' your mind

Non-stop shit, I'm in like Flynn

Don't interrupt, nah, kid, you can't win

The only bright side of reachin' for the microphone

You get free parkin' in the handicapped zone

And a broken back, I don't care

Then I put a boot on your fuckin' wheelchair

[Chorus: Dred Scott]

I can't hold it back, lookin' for the line

Can't hold it back, search for the rhyme

Can't hold it back inside the mind

Can't hold it back now you're runnin' out of time

[Verse 2: Dred Scott]

I gotta get mine in the here and the now

Brothers wanna flow but they don't know how

Niggas don't know about stayin' up late

While I was in my room, kid, you was on a date

Voice got hoarse, but I didn't quit

Freestyled 'til my breath smelled like shit

Now birds from the old days wanna call

But I ain't a star so I know I won't fall

Then it gets worse, when the blood boil

Crumble MCs like aluminum foil

Royal Bo Diddle rock a new riddle

School 'em on the ave like Dr. Doolittle

Klepto, tip-toe, take all kids though

Let the Glock 9 be the Pepto-Bismol

For the diarrhea of the mouth, no witness

The punk over there better mind his own business

[Chorus: Dred Scott]

I can't hold it back, lookin' for the line

Can't hold it back, search for the rhyme

Can't hold it back, inside the mind

Can't hold it back now you're runnin' out of time

[Verse 3: Da Grinch]

No, I can't hold it back, representin' Now Y

And I don't why niggas try 'cause they die

Every time I see a fuckin' signs, I get stressed

Blast suckers off like Eliot Ness

Oh yes, relievin' my stress, with the ease

I got knowledge of myself, three-sixty degrees

Another MC wanna test with the game

I lock and load the mic with the lyrics from my brain

Insane, got to get wild or fuckin' crazy

My style is blowin' freeze, so you punks couldn't trade me in

For another, word life to your mother

Instead of usin' dope, kid, I'd rather use butter

To explain the flav' with the track that Dred made

Shit is on the real, all the herbs gettin' played now

Taste my freshness, it's good and you could bet this

Rhyme is great so why are you sweatin' this?

Microphone, a kid and a whore as well

Tell you in your fuckin' face to go to H-E-L-L

That's Hell if you know how to spell

I put my foot up your ass and don't you try to rebel

With both anchors too good to please like hold 'em

Get on your knees and suck my whole scrotum

And kiss my ass 'cause, son, you might as well face it

Your rhymes ain't shit so, go ahead and taste it

But not with a crazy straw 'cause now you're my little whore

Of flavor and spice to fuck it up just a little more

I crunch and munch get mad, and get heated

Don't talk I'm on the hawk, Moonwalk, nigga, "Beat It"

Boy, wait, I got more up just my sleeve

'Cause I want you junkheads to feel and receive

A broken neck, I'm out to wreck, so what the heck?

Here's the broom and just sweep the deck

You can't hold me back, Dred Scott is my witness

'Cause I be Da Grinch that stoled your whole Christmas

And what that means is, you don't have the gift

Now why you wanna riff 'cause I'm lightin' up the spliff

To get blunted at times, yo, I sip on the forty

Back in former Queens, where people called me shorty

I used to do the work, the niggas called it dirt

At times I get sways, other times I go bezerk

It's Da Grinch and the Dred, track attack and it's phat

Don't know how to act, yo, we can't hold it back

Break it down, break it, break it down like this