Hands up
Hands Up
Hook:
Everybody Hands up
Put em in the atmosphere cause the rap pro’s here
Now let me see your hands up
Put em in the atmosphere cause the rap pro’s here
Hnads up
V1
Battling me is the biggest mistake/ I put switchblade to your rib cage/
Jack you for those lyrics and then spit em on a mixtape/
I’ll rip pages out of your book/ hit stages shouting your hook/
That’s how you get took for tryina get brave/ and with age/
Been taking it seriously since the fifth grade/ at mid-break/
I’d battle seniors while other kids played/ at this stage/
I already had it on lock like a twist braids/
It’s like a home loan my interest was at a fixed rate/
I kicked eight/ for big Mike and left him dismayed/
He ended up giving me a dope beat that he had just made/
Gave him a warning that my tongue is sharper than pitch spades/
But he ignored it, now when I spit something I dig graves/
I write at such a quick rate/ depends how long the final mix takes/
I could drop an album every five to six days/
Change my name to electricity bill just incase/
I will knock your f’n lights out if I don’t get paid/
V2
Now I’m bout to make you sniff these/ like a sick feine/
Struggling to get clean/ cause like Puffy and Faith I got big deams/
rip scenes/ which means more drama than big screens/
you’re like R Kelly son those are not even sixteens/
History’s repeating itself back in the sixties/
There was a Pro with an Afro battling hippies/
Nowadays this emcee writes and blazes similies/
That’s sharper than Wesley Snipe’s blade trinity/ Like Ripleys
Believe it or not some of you switch themes/
Like RuPaul while I’m too dawg like mixed-breed/
It’s like a game of soccer but backwards in the big leagues/
Instead of free kick goal, my goal is to kick free’s/
I’m getting rich off of these pricks like pyramid schemes/
Getting paid to take you all off like a strip tease/ (uh)
I leave you dumb-struck when I rip these/
I’m just tryina make a young buck out of this 50/
V3
I’m what you call a graphomaniac that’s a compulsive writer/
I’m multiplying the rhymes to get your undivided/
You remind me of Mike Tyson you were once a fighter/
But you going down in history as just a biter/
I customize every line/ you best consult advisers/
Never needed to curse in rhymes/ to insult your mind/
You not NSYNC enough to Justify it/
Cause even with a remix you couldn’t touch it when I bust a rhyme/
I trust you’ll find/ when I spit these untouchable lines/
You’re forced to relate like a distant cousin of mine/
Eve the freestyle is stacked with dozens of rhymes/
You’ll need a beehive to establish a buzz like mine/
I put a dial code in front of the rhyme/ so when I spit it your mind/
Is like a phone to help you pick up the line/
I’ve redefined the words verbal abuse a bunch of times/
Cause I kick a word or two, and I punch a line/
