Hold On

1st half of Chorus (Opio) All out ‘cause its killing season And the mees and the trees coming to get even Don’t believe in the boogie man and Steven King & them Weed smoke, breathe it in… Verse 1 (Opio) Can’t chill or stop starin’ when I’m tearin’ off mics I’m like Gil Scott-Heron but I’m wearin’ new Nike’s A terrorist flightress with the air I’m quite swift Perfect shot. Fell to the Earth like a meteorite It’s hard rock, Chinese arithmetic Triamese ridiculous, the blind lead the ignorant Knowledge is infinite. I live in a fortress Opio is Neo and Morpheus, of course he is… Dig. My niggas build upon of quantum physics This guerilla mindstate is far beyond your limits I don’t fall for gimmicks, or political sleight of hand Grown man bitch you like you got a vagina and… Mammary glands. Goddamn it’s a sham Re-examine your plans, with your jeans tight as Peter Pan In the streets you’ll get beaten, slammed Least who I am… Grand mama yellin’ “Lordy, Lordy… call the preacher man” I’m for peace like Jesus, but even then yo I still Peat the scam Hand it from the Caesar man. We defeated them Reap what you sow, and oh, we gon’ meet again. Uh.. Chorus (Opio) All out ‘cause its killing season And the mees and the trees coming to get even Don’t believe in the boogie man and Steven King & them Weed smoke, breathe it in… Who’s on deck? Too complex We extra prolific, the two is on set If you in arm’s length, you gon’ get touched In the mind we design the immaculate rush. What up? Verse 2 (Pep Love) They don’t know about us, or what we discuss It will make the crowd rush to the stage Rappers catch nuts in their face ‘Cause my style is a slam dunk plus it’s amazing Nah. They don’t know about us… Or the hustle & bustle, the love and the lust ‘Cause we tussle with time I’m just tryin’ to show the people what’s on my mind Let my song sign… put my soul on the dotted line Slick silver tongue, patron with the lime Help me to get into my zone when I rhyme One of the righteous, never known to commit a crime One of the righteous, no I never nibble the swine My light shines without a symbol or a sign We live and die within an infinite design Religion is a lie, but God is real The law of the land, seas, and the sky I sketch gems for them empire-ish minds With outstretched limbs, in these God-less times I’m czar with the art When I start to get the audience into a frenzy, y’all jump on my dick (Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) Pre-Chorus (Opio) Ah shit. Hold Tight… 2nd half of Chorus (Opio) Who’s on deck? Too complex We extra prolific, the two is on set If you in arm’s length, you gon’ get touched In the mind we design the immaculate rush. What up?