Hold It Down - 9th Wonder, Buckshot, Talib Kweli

Time flies by

There’s so many people trying to make it in the world, so am I

I can’t lie, I be on the side like beer

Anything move and I’m there

Soon as I hear money calling I pick up a cell, cautious

Cause my little man in the cell

I can’t even tell, what’s the set-up, But

Sometimes I don’t care I’m dead-up

As soon as I get up I’m prepared

To lockdown the town like I’m the mayor

You know, stocks and shares, not this year

Laid back in the cut, No, not this year

It’s a all out brawl out, fall out the line

In my Boot Camp it’s a thin line

Who the truth, who lying, who the cat, who lying

Who cock back, who firing?

Who the raw, who the cook?

Who shake, who shook?

Criminal mind from a crook

A page from a book, motivation from a push, look

It’s hard enough being a black man or a brown man

Right now we held down man

And you can tell we in Hell now man

Let’s get to Heaven because we Hellbound man

Let’s hold it down man…

And you know we got to hold it down

I’mma put it on the line

Cause it’s my life

And you know

And you know

And you know

Listening to Donnie Hatha-Way up in his last days

Why he have to pass away so young

While his craft was being mastered

I don’t want to ask a question with no answer

But I still fight for the chance to write the cure for cancer

Wipe poverty of the map with a verse and a 9th Wonder track

Am I right?

Holla back or is it too ambitious

These dudes too weak or am I too damn vicious

When their hair waves like a magic wand I excite fans

The way I raise my son give you a nice tan

Make him into a man is the rival that’s been planned

Bible in the bullets aside of the night stand

You still in the right hand to give justice to a lamb

Still in the wrong hand the shit hit the fan

Blaming the white man, like damn

Obstacles popping up like spam

Whoa, I rap from the view of the black and the brown man

Bar code on the soul so the music can sound scan

Bar code on the soul so the music can sound scan

I know time’s too slow for you

You’re acting like you Ready for the World like the group

Don’t do something you might regret

Yeah it’s cool that you jog but you like to sweat

On the corner, on your Nike sweats

I’ll bet, cops come, I jet, you stay

Cause you still ain’t learned but you will today

You going to see how it feels today

To wait for somebody to feed you a meal but hey

Shorty parlez, ain’t no rush take your time

I’m at a whole new level with mine

To go further I’d murder the rhyme

And get busy when I’m serving you lines like, this

It’s hard enough being a black man or a brown man

Right now we held down man

And you can tell we in hell now man

Let’s get to heaven because we hell bound man

Let’s hold it down man