Rhyme Recca - Lock 'Em Down Lyrics

[Intro: Rhyme Recca]

Ah, ah, check it out, Recca

Represent it like this



[Rhyme Recca]

Rat like von, sick like Saddam, the Recca bombs

Enemy, M.C.'s like walls in Vietnam

Far from calm, cool, rough like barb-wire

Rapid fire murder M.C.'s like Michael Myers

Mass destruction, crushin', men wit no discussion

Heads I'm rushin', like toilet bowls I be flushin'

Bullshit M.C.'s who lack raps like these

My R.A.P.'s burn M.C.'s like S.T.D.'s

I rap, whenever I step, bullets eject

And those who slept on rap, will victim to this tech

Weak, I freak, complete profound underground

Cuz sound compounds, like Chuck D., I shut 'em down

Recca the sound, bang it in ya ear like headphones

My flow dope, now causin' "demolition" like Stallone

Leave me alone, I'm not the one, two or three

Or fourth M.C. wanna be, I kill like H.I.V



[Chorus 2X: Rhyme Recca]

I lock 'em down, the way it's supposed to be

When the fake M.C. tries to step to me

I hold it down, the way it's supposed to be

Like a real M.C., on the M.I.C



[Rhyme Recca]

Expect the unexpected, most respect

Wit disrespected, in pieces you will be rested

Tested, Recca kills germs like penicillin

Antibiotic, mentally psychotic, when I drop it

Stop it, you ain't got enough skills to build

My ex-grills cause chills, plus I enter the ill

But if you will I break arms, legs and necks

My mic checks cause side effects when I flex

Like a muscle, f*ck the hustle, I'm quick to crush you

Quick to rush you, I "def jam" rappers like Russell

Simmons, deadly venom, lethal like cancer

Battlin' the records, like tryin' question the answer

Dummy, it don't make sense to get against the grain

I bring more pain to dissect ya game

Retreat, threaten like you hard is illogical

I be the diabolical, violate, I body you



[Chorus 2X]



[Rhyme Recca]

I'll make you famous, Recca gets all up in the anus

Verbal homicide, hit 'em up wit the stainless steel

Rap appear real like revelation

The confrontation, I murder M.C.'s like Jason

Vorhees, M.C.'s, they ready for the ball

Bulletproof army suits and loaded four-four

Bulldog barks, I spark M.C.'s like matches

Laser beam flashes, bodies turn to ashes

Put on ya glasses, now you see me like a T.V

Photographic like graffiti, I come in 3D

Motion picture, paint and picked ya, record flipster

Holy scripture, press my finger on the trigger

BLADOW, I freak rap styles like wet jeans

Cock back gun machines, I roll deep like marines

Holdin' down the fort, nothin' moves but the money

Appetite becomes destructive when I get hungry

Best to front g, you ain't got nothin' for me

I'm f*ckin' rappers up, period, end of story



[Chorus 3X]