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, fuck 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 fuckin` rappers up, period, end of story



[Chorus 3X]
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