[DeLouie Avant Jr.]

This is the part, we shake the charts

And rock the people



Shake the ground



[Pop Da Brown Hornet]

Brakes ya self for the one two punch

I hit ya so hard, I make ya cough up ya lungs

You should of never tried to confront this

Top notch lyricist, with that foolishness

I come with the uncontrollable, untamable

Sometimes I'm feeling just like a wild animal

Seek and destroy any fake B-Boy

Let him say what he gotta say, and then rap his ass away

I do things the old fashion

You can come high tech, my shit still stays smashin

And overwhelmin, ever since I came out, ya click start rebellin

Word up, see, they taste the truth and the juice

The joints Grain produce

Keep girlies, movin in they hip hop boots

Rap extraordinaire, who keepin shit tighter than mics

Not just hooks and uppercuts, I bring it straight down the pipe

Thru the unpredictable, be ya shit and critical

I predict pain inflicted or Mr. Pitiful

So get em diced to the high roller

Get a call and send my seed to the microphone controller

Watch me do damage, bring ya favorite MC

I take advantage, and pin his ass straight to the canvas

I want it all, even though I can't have it

I guess that makes me an addict, who can't kick the habitat

Hip hop keep me on high, I love it

I gotta confess, spark the lah



Chorus: DeLouie Avant Jr.

Hold ground, to my people in the street

Hold ground

Hold ground, cuz shit is gettin deep

Hold ground



[No Smiles]

Hold ground, while I take you to on another level

Moves are made without the devil

How can I get to you, should I fly like R. Kelly

Put it in ya mouth like Akinyele

I can't provoke it, when I contemplate

Wait for souls, and