Diison x Vincento - Holla Back ft. Ras Henry

'HOLLA BACK' AVAILABLE ON:
iTunes: http://bit.ly/10Y9oWc
Spotify: http://spoti.fi/1dC9pSj
Bandcamp: http://bit.ly/14WafaR
Soundcloud: http://bit.ly/1apRtL9

(c) 21 RECORDS, 2014

Diison@
Facebook: http://on.fb.me/13geRIN
Soundcloud: http://bit.ly/148ZJPp
YouTube: http://bit.ly/18lj7vq

VINCENTO@
Facebook: http://on.fb.me/13ggLct
Soundcloud: http://bit.ly/16GpjaF

Directed by:
Jere Hyvönen(CTM Productions http://on.fb.me/1bkrnw1)
Diison & Ras Henry
VINCENTO (21 Productions http://on.fb.me/11TypEG)

Shot by:
VINCENTO
Ville Häyrinen
Tuomas Kanerva (CTM Productions http://on.fb.me/1bkrnw1)

Edited by:
VINCENTO

Beat production & Mix: VINCENTO
Lyrics and Bars: Diison & Ras Henry
Mastered by: SeaWolf Studios (http://www.seawolfstudios.com)
2013 Helsinki, Finland

The track is part of Diison x VINCENTO EP (TBA) droppin somewhere in 2013.

LYRICS:

(Verse 1.)
I was born in 1.9.8.7/
09 rep VNTA city/
I ain't crazy it's a crazy city/
my neighbors ain't that neighborly/
can't say my teachers failed on me/
but my momma ain't see no A's from me/
swear all my teachers hated me/
had class but I hardly stayed in any/
but you know what now I'm grown up/
and my mistakes educated me/
I still got growing pains in me/
fuck nine to five and barely maintaining/
I got a dream and I'm chasing it/
leave ya'll with that fame chasing/
no gimmicks and no ski masks/
real niggas with straight faces/
hol'up, you know what?/
I'm sick and tired of all of these posers/
cuz where my poppa grow up/
fuck around and get your head blown up/
so I love life and I'm focused/
cuz a jackpot don't just roll up/
some haters call me a spade/
but I'm a ace and they all jokers/
man I can't wait too see they face/
once I make it and get my dough up/
boy you better look up and pray/
cuz my flow is so above ya/
see my career gon' be like Chernobyl/
in 86 and blow up/
next 26 when u take a piss/
you gon' luminate your bowl up/
(Chorus.)
We come fi bust up dem cases to bomboclot/
Reveal dem lickle rat race dem take lift to fall/
And unno recognize real him must be mad/
What!? Dem nah real at all/
(Verse 2.)
Aye where my blue collar brothas at holla back/
let me hear a hell yeah if y'all want some proper rap/
go 'head call me a hater but I'm just being real/
you rappers ain't sick the industry just ill/
and y'all can suck my dick cuz that's just how I feel/
you talk right out your ass got shit running right down your chin/
fake it till you make it trust me I ain't with that/
say your life's a movie must be cuz its not real and its scripted/
I'm not impressed listen ask me why I rap it's simple/
I spit heart felt lyrics with passion for the people/
plus my rhyme game mean so mean its damn near evil/
got punchlines that knock your ass the fuck out I'm like Debo/
for real tho/
my voice is a weapon my vocab' is the magazine/
my lyrics are the ammo my flow like gasoline/
just hand me a lighter/
cuz these rappers ain't a match to me/
I'll set the game on fire/
give a fuck about the casualties/
(Chorus.)
We come fi bust up dem cases to bomboclot/
reveal dem lickle ratrace dem take lift to fall/
and unno recognize real him must be mad/
what!? Dem nah real at all/
(Repeat.)
(Verse 3.)
Real recognize real and nah bout dem mansions and dem dollars/
seh step up any place me ago diss you up like cowards/
seh burn you up inna the flames and the fire/
seh come down a yard you get eaten by the lion/
seh whol'a dem start fi run when dem hear the shot a bust again/
go back pon your home you not never be a tuff again/
fire burn fi all the fakers who try run ya head/
dem can not hold down a natty dread!/