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  • [Hook]
  • This is hip-hop, get your mutha*****in' hands high, get em’ up, get em’ up,
  • This is hip-hop, get your mutha*****in' hands high, get em’ up, get em’ up,
  • I said this is hip-hop, get your mutha*****in' hands high, get em’ up, get em’ up,
  • I said this is hip-hop, get your mutha*****in' hands high, get em’ up, get em’ up, now,
  • [Verse 1]
  • Yo,
  • Ones for the money ya’ll, twos for the show in fact,
  • Three's for the loaded gat you hold when you wrote your raps,
  • I ain’t holdin’ back no more, If your flow is wack,
  • I’m flying off the handle like the barrel from a broken bat,
  • Anybody poppin’ slick shits getting helicopter lifted,
  • To the top of district hospital for a doctor visit,
  • Bolics optimistic, opposite, apocalyptic,
  • Brainstorm, make it rain drop acidic toxic liquid,
  • I’ll knock you *****es into next week with a haymaker,
  • And straight razor your face when you land seven days later,
  • I say pray your soul to keep, when you go to sleep,
  • But you sold the lease, on your own beliefs, like Roman priests,
  • You prolly told the beast hip-hop needs its own police,
  • To patrol the streets and shows whenever somethin’ dopes released,
  • But the Navy’s total fleet can’t storm in a local beach,
  • Told to breach my home, couldn’t get me out the zone I’ve reached.
  • [Bridge]
  • Make some mutha*****in' noise, scream like you never do,
  • Let em’ know we here, punch the mutha*****a next to you,
  • Roll somethin’, light it up, guzzle what’s inside your cup,
  • Hold up, wait a minute, i don’t think you hype enough,
  • Who don’t give a ***** now? Livin’ like they can’t die,
  • I said get your hands high, reachin’ for the damn sky,
  • People get em’ up now, you don’t gotta ask why,
  • I said get your hands high, verse two, stand by…
  • [Verse 2]
  • Store my rhymes cryogenically, for an entire century,
  • And even science then’ll be baffled by the chemistry
  • The rapid rise in energies, analyzed forensically,
  • To fathom why this natural high is trapped inside your memory,
  • So why do rappers lie, glamorizing weaponry,
  • Gettin’ away with murder like the cat who’s driving Kennedy,
  • I’ll have your life’s in jeopardy, receiving intravenous fluid,
  • Till the thieves I’m crew with pull the plug on your breathing unit,
  • I peep the blue-print of your music, every bar and measure,
  • Plantin’ demo charges to tear apart the architecture,
  • My squad march together through the Arctic weather,
  • And the hardest sector, and left a mark forever like a Scarlet letter,
  • Scar a veteran for medallin’ in our endeavours,
  • So enjoy gettin’ tar and feathered while your arms are severed,
  • Ya’ll will never stop this moon out the Boonies,
  • Who spits more jewels out than that dudes mouth in Goonies,
  • [Bridge]
  • Make some mutha*****in noise, scream like you never do,
  • Let em’ know we here, punch the mutha*****a next to you,
  • Roll somethin’, light it up, guzzle what’s inside your cup,
  • Hold up, wait a minute, I don’t think you hype enough,
  • Who don’t give a ***** now? Livin’ like they can’t die,
  • I said get your hands high, reachin’ for the damn sky,
  • People get em’ up now, you don’t gotta ask why,
  • I said get your hands high, verse three, stand by…
  • [Verse 3]
  • Pray to god when you go to mass,
  • Or someone that i know will slash your throat,
  • With the broken glass from a Corona broke in half,
  • I’m Jehovah’s wrath or worse than the pope and Catholic Church,
  • Christening the anti-Christ while he soaked in after birth,
  • Half a verse got you spacing out like Captain Kirk,
  • Till I throw you back to Earth and leave you miles below the grass and dirt,
  • The gat will burst, at the first cat I face ya’ll,
  • And that’s why you shook to respond like magic 8’balls,
  • Saint Paul, the great wall, New York is the Norwegians
  • ***** what they force-feeding, I’ll up chuck in a board meeting,
  • Four seasons, year round, spittin’ that blue magic,
  • It wouldn’t wear down in a triple fat goose jacket.
  • Can pull ratchets like mechanics, I got screws loose,
  • But ***** a deuce-deuce, I’ll drop two nukes through your moonroof,
  • And it’s foolproof so I'mma act a fool like Raul Duke,
  • With two turntables and a mic, that’s my true roots.
  • [Hook]
  • This is hip-hop, get your mutha*****in' hands high, get em’ up, get em’ up,
  • This is hip-hop, get your mutha*****in' hands high, get em’ up, get em’ up,
  • I said this is hip-hop, get your mutha*****in' hands high, get em’ up, get em’ up,
  • I said this is hip-hop, get your mutha*****in' hands high, get em’ up, get em’ up, now.

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