Grand Daddy I.U. - Pick Up The Pace Lyrics
[ VERSE 1 ]Pick up the pace, speed it up fast and fasterKeep the cuts crisp and clean, and then blast theBass till impact is unbearableAnd I'ma do MC's somethin terribleCause I like to start shit off with a bangClichees and slang that no man can hangWith, the one your girl shares her putang withAnd Jimmy's what a stick that thang withYou can't stand the pressure and pain when you're put in heatYou felt defeat, so you cheat and still couldn't beatThe vocal phenomenon, word is bond, the U's a donI correspond and strike like a pythonFast and furious, foes find it frighteningThe bass is thunder, rhymes strike like lightningKay on the set and Doc throw the samples onAnyone who step in my path'll get trampled onSave all the talk, keep it under your hatYou ain't sayin nothin slick, so go head with thatOr I take your space, replace your face, erase your traceIn 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 crescendoPlay MC's like a game of NintendoClear the board, and then switch the cartridgeHold em hostage and fry em like a sausageSo this advice, I think you should takeThose who fake and flake face a breakFor goodness sake, I go and flow, do a show soloTouch the pro - hell no, you must be on alcoholSo keep your distance before you get your head flownFor tryin to touch a microphone when you shoulda knownBetter, it's time to settle a vendettaIt ain't Y-o-u, it's one letterI'm growin and flowin and hoeinAnd clockin dough and showinI break backs like a wild SamoanI freeze MC's and leave competetors comatoseLyrics are so dope, the listeners overdoseBut everytime I turn, another sucker bitSo I'ma drop em just for the ***** of itThe U comin first place in a raceWhile Kay deejay and play, I say: pick up the pace[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3 ]It's like magic the way the rhyme flowsSmoother and smoother as time goesOn, soft and warm like the quiet stormCause this is poetry in the highest formSo check the technique, if you just said weakMethods or efforts, then check till next weekYou won't find one, son, cause there ain't noneRhymes are artwork, now watch me paint oneColorful rays in the shades of a rainbowCan't estimate the rate of my brainflowIs it fast or is it slow?If you wanna knowThen pick up the pace[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 4 ]Straight off the top I step and then take yoursMoney, your jewels, and even your girl's drawersYou took a loss, so learn to accept itCause if you were swift, then you woulda kept itRick holds the dustpan while I sweep upTired MC's that could not keep upWith rhymes the U kick, the pace is too quickRick with the suits and Kay with the chew stickWhat I recite will keep the whole place hypeRaps are capsules, the mic is a basepipeInhale the smoke, one toke you chokeAnd bums look for crumbs when the mic is brokeFemales slave and crave to get next to thisLyrics I kick are fierce as the exorcistHelter skelter, MC's run for shelterKay'll melt the belts, and I'ma swelterAny MC who step in my faceCause the rhymes are good to go, so yo, pick up the pace[ CHORUS ]
