Athletic Mic League "Hold My Hand"

Official audio for Athletic Mic League's "Hold My Hand." Download it @ https://MicLeagueKings.com Song Lyrics: Verse 1 Buff 1 aka Jamall Bufford: Never wanted to be a leader, but I wear the hat/ When people place you in certain positions you should cherish that/ So I’m out in front and staring back/ But sometimes you gotta meet the people where they at/ You see the distance like I’m separated, tryin to get my marriage back/ But I’m reaching, I’m reaching like I’m playing poor defense/ My reach is like Porzingis/ Your arms too short to box with the Lord Jesus/ Just like oxygen is for breathing we was sent to move the needle/ Move the people, soul music even for the too cerebral/ From the Chris Rock smarty art/ To the improv hardy har this hip hop avant garde Hook Mayer Hawthorne: Lord I just wanna say, what’s been on my Mind! Verse 2 Tre Styles aka 3Steez: Walk with me a second, talk with with us for a lesson / Let me bless ya adolescents with a message for this record / Love how ya mind is too advanced for this oppression/ there ain't no romance all they worried bout is sexin/ what a blessin I can jam while my intellects aggressive/ n got your world in my hands while I commence to two steppin / I’ll be ya boy toy, yeah ya girl lethal weapon/ & spread ya wing span n soar right over skeptics/ they prefer simplicity over complex shit / And left is our field so they may never catch us/ breathless, is the reality of your perception / cause every time we rhyme we climb heights in new directions / they say I got the soul of 70’s Horn section/ Miles with the flow, love jonesing while I’m textin/ And The rest is, what I’ve been blessed with / from the heavens, For ya ears to reference Verse 3 Vital aka Wes.TIV: Hold up James Brown jump back and kiss myself/ Settle the score I come back and avenge myself/ Chris Wallace, Ben Wallace I big myself/ It was all a dream constantly pinching myself/ I don't need a boost, I ascend myself/ Come down oh come come now I descend from wealth/ Old man I can show you the game but I can't hold hands/ Gold standard the whole bag, forty bands, for the gram/ The holy high exalted, encoded it's programed/ KT got it tracked RC Pro AM/ Earl and Toe Jam, Nirvana, Pearl Jam/ White Snake, Metallica, Motley Crew, the sun and moon/ Use your illusion 1 and 2, gunmetal blue/ Crimson Tide, killer vibes incentivize killer vibes/ Rims and tires, remember the times, symmetry on the centerline/ Nope, not on my conscious, my hands and spotless/ I let my AI do it and remove myself from the process/ Hook: Mayer Hawthorne: (harmonies and doop doops) Verse 4 Vaughan Tego: Til it’s Judgment Day I'm shooting til them cyborgs come Till that day I'll be shooting like I’m Iverson Blacked out with the flow so the rhymes don't mind don't matter  Red Cup in my hand makes my mind move matter  Follow the flow,  I am the goat, modesty no,  probably blow,how does he know, God is Negro and I'm the mirror image  manifested pyramids as soon as my parents met the experiment was a period But y'all don't hear me tho Verse 4 Grand Champ aka Grand Caesar: I’m dodging falling boulders off this mountain called calamity/ But when she spoke to me, she said do it for your sanity/ Beautiful word play, more than Apollonia & Vanity/ Never forget where it started…/ I shut my eyes tightly for my dearly departed/ All praises due to the deity that gets you through/ I’m Grand Champion, Mic League crew! / I fell upon the right side of wonderment and grace/ Faith reached out it’s hand, we met face to face/ Mountain top ascenders, right way defenders / Niggas was always right, we reject the pretenders! Verse 5 14-KT: If he tries to bite the style I don't care if the kids teachers and clerks liked his smile  I'll still sheath knife the child/ keep a sharp remark Hidden underneath the fitted someone once tried to reach and get it fingerless mittens/ don't tinker with this one my speaker's a big one sound system  enigma I ride rhythms you nigga?/ find it hard to invent one that's why you give away  your worth and sense In every way to every pimp you see aged in wizardry yet my reign still in it's infancy  understanding how to show empathy With a beat machine I don't choose fists I use sense I use books i use facts i use news clips I use jewels from the OGs to new gents but the pulpit is where I usually get a full clip Bumping The Black Opera out the Lincoln  got me thinking forward  moving forward with my thinking Merrily many came forth And departed dearly You too can test the theory And you'll hear me even more clearly Mayer (Harmonies) Mamba Out! Follow us: Instagram - https://instagram.com/athleticmicleague Facebook - https://facebook.com/athleticmicleague Twitter: - https://twitter.com/micleaguekings