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Art Of Origin - Hands In The Air Lyrics

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  • (Verse 1: Chino XL)
  • Direct from king fields!
  • I'm glowing in darkness cats with spell will tell your people
  • That there seems a crucifixion and my ouija board spells certain death
  • You contradict you can't do shit your *****ing song's joke
  • The only video you could make is if you robbed a liquor store
  • All right... niggas done got me started up
  • Now it's time for you to duck
  • You get stuck better run
  • And check your blood when I run amuck
  • Punching 'em straight to your face
  • Putting that ass in a neck brace
  • My shotty's wettin' your body up
  • Wetter than Michael Jackson's pillow case
  • I get props, you give head, I get ***** hole...
  • I got more jim hats than there's hats in five five soul
  • You hackle me, you funny
  • You need to be in Def Comedy Jam
  • Cus I am ??? like natives fear quicksand
  • I'm smoking you with my burner
  • I'm rippin' that ass like Tina Turner
  • My feelings all right!
  • I wanna be like Ike!
  • Here is the savage marriage when I damage
  • Like plaster or parrish
  • You'd be in your hotel room catching a heart attack like Robin Harris
  • So, bring all the static to me that you could find
  • A prison is in my mind
  • My mental is out of it
  • I'd be on that ass like Tyson at a beauty pageant
  • Assassinating you like you John Lennon and watch you beg
  • You popped a lot of lip but can't do shit like Curtis Mayfield's leg...
  • (Chorus x2)
  • Every joint I rock,
  • Every line you hear,
  • Baby I don't care,
  • People everywhere...
  • Hands in the air!
  • (Verse 2: Chino XL)
  • It's getting real hard to control all the powers I posses see
  • Who do I worship? My mind state is ??? to emergency
  • I made a Rabbi
  • Need a glass eye
  • Just cus he passed by
  • Bringing more hell nights than Omega Sci-fi
  • I'm cutting you deep as I can
  • You bled but I need a deeper shade
  • Won't catch me wearing no red ribbons
  • I'm glad when faggots catch the AIDS
  • I'm losing my religion while you burn on a crooked cross
  • Leaving motha*****ers broken up like Main Source
  • Keepin' it strange, I got deranged
  • Powers, rock for mad hours
  • Kicking pregnant *****es in the stomach at baby showers
  • Spreading the word of Revelation scattered all over the wrecks
  • I got more lyrics than projects got bricks on the street
  • Showing and proving this world ain't big enough for one of me
  • You'll be like, "Elizabeth - I'm coming to join you honey!"
  • Nothing is sacred when the rebel in yellow will be
  • Like mother Teresa selling*****sex on 42nd street
  • June 25th that ain't no myth that you can tamper with
  • Which is hell, they should've nailed Jesus ass to a handprint
  • Altruism is your bible, your first name is "Into The Pit"
  • This is my body, this is my bread and all that other shit
  • I smother shit, blood comets at the purple hand I'm not a fan
  • So deep in the dark with the Art you can't understand so I shot a man...
  • What yo' God got to do with me?...
  • I'm not tryin' to hear that, see...
  • (Chorus x2)
  • Every joint I rock,
  • Every line you hear,
  • Baby I don't care,
  • People everywhere...
  • Hands in the air!
  • (Sample from Redman)
  • Throw your hands in the air! (x6)
  • (Verse 3: Chino XL)
  • Now as I sit in the midst of a pit, piss this
  • By the same lame game and the reign I'm an anarchist
  • Black to the graveyard, vultures circle your head
  • Keeps it going on, 'til the break of P.M. Dawn
  • You're gonna crawl when I stroll, my name's on your wall in blood
  • Bringing more 'Weird Science' than Anthony Michael Hall
  • Buckshot, you're quoted like I'm Amy Fischer the war's on
  • I'm sending my competition to hell with gasoline draws on
  • Chino, it must be, better not, trust me...
  • I'm dropping more satanic verses than Simon Rusty
  • Know my name cus I kill
  • Slappin' your mama outta high heels
  • Battle me? Little nigga, first go get training wheels
  • Ex-girlfriends talking shit, ripping my stickers, now retire
  • Baby pictures on my tip you'd think my dick was a pacifier
  • Burning them down like Watts, stab you in your crotch
  • Stop and drop
  • ***** watching my video nigga, check me out on cops
  • I kill like that, I kill like that,
  • I kill like that, I kill like that...
  • (da da da, da da da)
  • I'm always strapped, worthless in a world that won't change
  • I could catch a body in a ?wiffle? board
  • (Chorus x4)
  • Every joint I rock,
  • Every line you hear,
  • Baby I don't care,
  • People everywhere...
  • Hands in the air!
  • (Repeat x6)
  • Hands in the air...

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