U... Me... All Ov Us

[Chorus - (Da Beatminerz) and Jean Grae] (You...) Gotta get your damn hands up (Me...) Must keep on giving my all until (All of us...) Got it locked for real, and stay strong ‘til the truth’s revealed Keep on my niggas... (You...) Gotta get your paper tight (Me...) Gotta get my paper right until (All of us...) Then invest, get it back, stay flippin’ it, they doin’ it Heads up, niggas, come on... (You...) Stay maintaining this rock (Me...) Must speak truth every drop (All of us...) Still stay running from the cops Y’all know ain’t nothing changed much... (You...) Gotta know who you are and (Me...) Must take this further man ‘til one day (All of us...) We can all stand strong together And no man is severin’, not ever [Verse 1 – Jean Grae] I see the responsibility I'm cleverer than most others Don't smother these bars I don't clutter it with garbage Won't mutter it unless it’s simply marvelous And I need to know I’m a part of this Renaissance—shift over the marketin’ Won’t bother me hardly My mind, since back to starvin’ Part partial to startin’ Huge riots started by new pre-OTT’s Move out the way, biatch, or end up in triage We got more this year Severe rain—increased the flame Little bit higher So fire slips out the frame Until I retire, that’s never Y’all can remain ambivalent ‘Cause from this point, nothing’s changed the sentiments Quitting is now hard to say just like cinnamon I fear… [Chorus - (Da Beatminerz) and Jean Grae] (You...) Gotta know when it’s time to stand up (Me...) Must keep everybody crunk (All of us...) Must speak when want, don't sleep—it’s important Trust I wouldn’t lie to ya (You...) Must get your hands in the sky (Me...) We’ll keep this party live until (All of us...) Fall out Now it’s time for some of y’all to get called out [Verse 2 – Jean Grae] I gotta build every record, keep reachin’ Lover of free speech Fucker with these beats Bubbling names Struggle fame made stronger by Ducking our aim Sucking pain I'll bomb your chain Right off your torso, and also Disconnect your neck from your poor throat for Tryin’ to take my Glory and my shine You'll get floored ‘til your pourin’ it south Beyond permanent pause at the coroner’s house Time is the case And I'm on with fine pace In a line so proper from my momma—I’m laced And my pockets got poppin’ But I'm on the paper chase I don't fuck around You better shut your mouth ‘Til me spill rounds, all of us running out I've got a cunning mouth Y’all got a cunt in yours—I'm out Catch y’all on tour… [Chorus - (Da Beatminerz) and Jean Grae] (You...) Gotta get your damn hands up (Me...) Must keep on giving my all until (All of us...) Got it locked for real, and stay strong ‘til the truth’s revealed Keep on my niggas... (You...) Gotta get your paper tight (Me...) Gotta get my paper right until (All of us...) Then invest, get it back, stay flippin’ it, they doin’ it Heads up, niggas, come on... (You...) Stay maintaining this rock (Me...) Must speak truth every drop (All of us...) Still stay running from the cops Y’all know ain’t nothing changed much... (You...) Hey thanks for feelin’ this song (Me...) I’m out… Keep goin’… (All of us...)