[Lyric] Hold The Mic (Da Inphamus Amadeuz)

HOOK:

I hold the mic like memory
Infinite energy for my enemy/
If youngin said it
Then it was meant to be/
We sip Hennessy, toke guns
Like an accessory/
If you stopped bitching
And start voting that’d be the remedy/
You shook up, bars
Are hard rock when I cook up
Automatically snatch the tune
Out these rappers before the hooks up/
I ain’t even up on my zone yet/
The first rapper to body other rappers
While Dj’n my own set/
I’m from the where projects
Where we burst techs/
The zone of single parent homes
So we told that we worth less/
My niggas huddled up
Like a birds nest/
Cuz I ain’t use anyone’s
Attention spans as a reason to work less/
Any Day Now the sequel
The flow lethal/
This is cash cream, in a vaccine
For my people/
Youngin gone perform
When it’s prime time/
Even when it’s 2000 something
I make u feel like it’s 99/
HOOK

I’m from the home of the brave
Where niggas are raised, holding the Gage/
Like 12 years of age
Throwing grenades/
Stuck in a daze from days
Of blowing on haze/
Catching jooks after jooks
Youngin hoping it pays/
We’ll never change our
Criminal ways/
Until someone decides to pay a nigga
More than minimum wage/
My Glock cocked who’s
Next for the wealth/
You against me is like playing
Russian roulette with yourself/
I’m flowing for real, until
A nigga holding a mill/
Whether it’s rap or making
Niggas choke on the steel/
I’ll make a nigga float
On a hill/
Cuz it’s like my bullets have arms
The way them shits is holding ya grill/
I’m from NY, where many men die
From uptown to bed sty/
From the blast of an auto semi/
Don’t tempt I, you’ll just
Catch a 5th to head/
That’s what a young nigga gets
When we snitch to the feds/
HOOK


It’s destiny, this Hennessy
Says it’s meant to be/
I got saw what these
Niggas told like telephathy/
Especially before recipe/
Combined with energy/
First it was keys
But now investment fees/
Got me blessing trees
Across the seven seas/
I’m out in Belize
With Vietnamese thefts/
That let they trigger squeeze
Before they can say freeze/
Believe, we in the streets
Like loosies/
Letting the Uzi pop righteous
Rappers in they koofis/
Fuck around blast ya projects
With rapid objects/
That’ll lift the whole shit
Higher than nasa rocket/
Come on bastard stop it
I load the ratchet, cock it/
I’m old school like blunt villes
That was wrapped in chocolate/
I get past ya offense
Run through ya whole city/
Waving the 50 cal
Daring you niggas to/