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Grand Daddy I.U. - Pick Up the Pace lyrics
[ VERSE 1 ] Pick up the pace, speed it up fast and faster Keep the cuts crisp and clean, and then blast the Bass till impact is unbearable And I'ma do MC's somethin terrible Cause I like to start shit off with a bang Clichees and slang that no man can hang With, the one your girl shares her putang with And Jimmy's what a stick that thang with You can't stand the pressure and pain when you're put in heat You felt defeat, so you cheat and still couldn't beat The vocal phenomenon, word is bond, the U's a don I correspond and strike like a python Fast and furious, foes find it frightening The bass is thunder, rhymes strike like lightning Kay on the set and Doc throw the samples on Anyone who step in my path'll get trampled on Save all the talk, keep it under your hat You ain't sayin nothin slick, so go head with that Or I take your space, replace your face, erase your trace In case you wanna base, pick up the pace [ CHORUS ] Ready, are you ready? (Are you ready? (Go off, go off) --> Treacherous Three [ VERSE 2 ] I speak and peak a verbal crescendo Play MC's like a game of Nintendo Clear the board, and then switch the cartridge Hold em hostage and fry em like a sausage So this advice, I think you should take Those who fake and flake face a break For goodness sake, I go and flow, do a show solo Touch the pro - hell no, you must be on alcohol So keep your distance before you get your head flown For tryin to touch a microphone when you shoulda known Better, it's time to settle a vendetta It ain't Y-o-u, it's one letter I'm growin and flowin and hoein And clockin dough and showin I break backs like a wild Samoan I freeze MC's and leave competetors comatose Lyrics are so dope, the listeners overdose But everytime I turn, another sucker bit So I'ma drop em just for the fuck of it The U comin first place in a race While Kay deejay and play, I say: pick up the pace [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3 ] It's like magic the way the rhyme flows Smoother and smoother as time goes On, soft and warm like the quiet storm Cause this is poetry in the highest form So check the technique, if you just said weak Methods or efforts, then check till next week You won't find one, son, cause there ain't none Rhymes are artwork, now watch me paint one Colorful rays in the shades of a rainbow Can't estimate the rate of my brainflow Is it fast or is it slow? If you wanna know Then pick up the pace [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 4 ] Straight off the top I step and then take yours Money, your jewels, and even your girl's drawers You took a loss, so learn to accept it Cause if you were swift, then you woulda kept it Rick holds the dustpan while I sweep up Tired MC's that could not keep up With rhymes the U kick, the pace is too quick Rick with the suits and Kay with the chew stick What I recite will keep the whole place hype Raps are capsules, the mic is a basepipe Inhale the smoke, one toke you choke And bums look for crumbs when the mic is broke Females slave and crave to get next to this Lyrics I kick are fierce as the exorcist Helter skelter, MC's run for shelter Kay'll melt the belts, and I'ma swelter Any MC who step in my face Cause the rhymes are good to go, so yo, pick up the pace [ CHORUS ] |
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