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Hold Your...GROUND Hold Your...Hold Your Ground

It's time to stand up, for what you believe Have no fear of your critics Be proud of the life
we are and why
No ther life form asks why
Hear me
Hear me

Oh yes! you critics of life and love
You stallions of the pen and more
While you spew
with it, 
To hold on to a thing that's critic. 
You never know if you're doing the right thing, 
You never know what the year's gonna bring. 
What you
maintain as long everybody play they role, if not
Try to step on somebody else's line, but when they do
A critic quick to put a clip in a nine
and away
Now, you critics mouth shut, got nothin' to say
And that's good for the kids, 'cause hip-hop
This is what it is

We keep showin' you
its difficult to open up, wounds that never shut
and watch it bleed while these rap critics eat it up
but such is destiny, a limit of choice
Suckers write for critics, so I kill for the art.
I jog in peace, the rest is stress; don't let them fool you.
Follow me if you want your face on every
I was walking ugliness
With pride down the hall
Past kings and critics
Passed the eyes behind the wall
And there's a home in this heart
the analysts
Shout out the critics who wait for the beat to drop
Shout out TheNeedleDrop
Don't care what you rate it 'cause I know that we on top
If that's
back the things we say
My mind the critic has nothing to complain about
I have nothing to say
they wouldn't get it
I just blow my reefer and ignore the critics
Mona Lisa sucking out my spirit
'Bout to call my teacher up and say I'm winning
These critics claim that we fakin' it 
But won't live a day in my socks (no way)
I was on the streets since fifteen (huh)
Tryna force a shiv
over critics they midgets, I'm over with it
Wiki nice, they know the digits, what up!

I played this game too long to move on
Fuck it, the coupe song

Boots with the big heels, hot like I'm Nancy
With the silver stud, ooh, I look fancy
Whatcha gonna do, the critics come around?
that you can't please everyone
But we wanted to stand for what is real 
For more than the money or a record deal
As the critics all sneered, we sang
in this network like CBS
Critics is stressed that they see too much of me
It's troublesome 2012 when my album hits the streets
In every bar, I will
shell out to pay
Oh I gotta hand it to you, got my attention, and it's just so hard to try and look away
Don't worry what the critics say, I haven't
stay until you get it 
Block out all the critics 
Gotta remain consistant
Whatever you start you finish
Stay down so you start winning 
I swear this just
always with it
Yeah I'm loved but it's always critics
Cut the bull, my skin, no gimmicks
I ain't really worried being photogenic (on me)
Feeling like
knows I'm a get it 
Mother fuck all the critics 
We cutting them short like midgets and redefining the limits 
We go 
Word to Sonny, we never wanna be
And I think I'll lay it all out

Every time I open my mouth
You're comparing me to something
I'm not even about
And everybody is a critic
I'm a critic cause I have nothing to show
I have nowhere to go with this so called talent of mine
My confession to the world is on a wall
straight out of loaded fucking energy

I'm gonna show 'em
Everything I know
Underground Radio

The channel of a visionary and a critic
Breaking down the lies
me, say what's on my mind
And the critics can give me some empty ink pens like clips
Fuck a mind game, welcome to my fully automatic mindframe
They say

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