Stand By

[Hook 1] This is hiphop, get your muthafucking hands high! Get 'em up! Get 'em up! (x4) [Verse 1] One's for the money, y'all, two's for the show, in fact Three's for the loaded gat you hold when you wrote your raps I ain't holding back no more, if your flow is wack I'm flying off the handle like the barrel from a broken bat Anybody popping slick shit's getting helicopter lifted To the top of district hospitals for a doctor visit 'Bolic's optimistic's opposite: apocalyptic Brainstorm making rain drop acidic toxic liquid I'll knock you bitches into next week with a haymaker And straight-razor your face when you land seven days later I said pray your soul to keep when you go to sleep But you sold the lease on your own beliefs like Roman priests You probably told the beast Hip-Hop needs it's own police To patrol the streets and shows whenever something dope's released But the navy's total fleet here storming a local beach Told to breach my home, couldn't get me out the zone I've reached [Hook] Make some muthafucking noise, scream like you never do Let them know we here, punch the muthafucka next to you Roll something, 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 fuck now? Living like they can't die I said get your hands high, reach them for the damn sky People get them 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 energy's analyzed forensically To fathom why this natural high's trapped inside your memory So why do rappers lie, glamorizing weaponry? Getting away with murder like the cat who's driving Kennedy I'll have your lives in jeopardy, receiving intravenous fluid Until the thieves I'm crew with pull the plug from your breathing unit I peeped the blueprint of your music, every bar and measure Planting demo charges to tear apart the architecture My squad marched together through the arctic weather In the hardest sector and left them marked forever like a Scarlet Letter Scar a veteran for meddling in our endeavors So enjoy getting tarred and feathered while your arms are severed Y'all will never stop this moon out the boonies Who spits more jewels out than that dude Mouth in Goonies [Hook] [Verse 3] Pray to god when you go to mass that someone that I know will slash Your throat with the broken glass from a Corona broke in half I'm Jehova's wrath, but worse than the pope in Catholic church Christening the Antichrist while he's soaked in afterbirth Half a verse got you spacing out like Captain Kirk 'til I throw you back to earth and leave you miles below the grass and dirt The gat'll burst at the first cat I face, y'all And that's why you shook to respond, like Magic 8 Balls Saint Paul, the Great Wall, New York is the Norwegians Fuck what they force-feeding, I'll upchuck in a board meeting Four seasons, year-round, spitting that blue magic And wouldn't wear down in a triple fat goose jacket Can pull ratchets like mechanics, I got screws loose But fuck a deuce-deuce, I'll drop two nukes through your moon-roof And it's fool-proof, so I'ma act a fool like Raul Duke With two turntables and a mic, that's my true roots [Hook 1]