Put Ya Hands Up

G-G-G-therz We gon' make you move it, we gon' make you lose it You gon' feel that bass that'll make ya go stupid 'Till we kick the bucket, we be goin' dumblit Y'all know the saying: two words... f*ck it If y'all know what the deal is Then put ya hands up If you on some real shit Then put ya hands up You feelin' like a million? Then put ya hands up We gon' tear up the buildin' This is the anthem If y'all know what the deal is Then put ya hands up If you on some real shit Then put ya hands up You feelin' like a million? Then put ya hands up We gon' tear up the buildin' This is the anthem Reppin' from the shore, nothing like city folk (yerrr) My style looking wild like Busta Rhymes videos (huh) You're dealing with a real life force of nature 'Cause lyrically I'm built like Schwarzenegger (ya) I formed the fiercest free flows, forever phenomenal (huh) Flipping off frauds and foes, expecting a flop or fold I fortified from fazing, forging fire from flawless rhymes Frankly just for fun of fast flaunting before ya eyes (f*ck yeah) With a flow colder than a Russian winter I'm a fucking spitter nastier than the Hudson River (burr) Making jazz trap, they looked at me like I sound crazy (f*ck) Bitch I'm Monmouth County made like Count Basie (yeah) The baddest at it in the upper apparatus You just have to blast this, flex on 'em like it's acrobatics (yeah) I'm taking more shots than when 2Pac dissed Ballin' with the jazz, but this ain't Utah, bitch If y'all know what the deal is Then put ya hands up If you on some real shit Then put ya hands up You feelin' like a million? Then put ya hands up We gon' tear up the buildin' This is the anthem If y'all know what the deal is Then put ya hands up If you on some real shit Then put ya hands up You feelin' like a million? Then put ya hands up We gon' tear up the buildin' This is the anthem Yes, yes, y'all, I ain't been playing around I've been kicking it like Rick James on ya couch Taking over the game like Imma stage a coup So poetic like Langston Hughes on these 808s and blues (wooh) And by now, ya guys should know the motto (yeah) I'm defying order, I'm a rebel like Ahsoka Tano Got the track bumping more than driving over potholes Time to kick it up a notch like there's no tomorrow (tell 'em) Ya fucking couldn't spit with the best, you ain't this sick in the head Not even close to a superstar, but like Bruno Mars, I'm drippin' finesse Outrunning these rappers track for track that now I got ya twisting ya necks I'm that Filipino that be killing these flows and instrumentals and rip 'em to shreds (ooh) Got a tribe of musicians that got the jazz (yeah) Don't ya know this dude spittin' the hottest raps? (uh huh) I make punchlines hit like when the belt whip it Never keep it basic, unlike these 'Del bitches If y'all know what the deal is Then put ya hands up If you on some real shit Then put ya hands up You feelin' like a million? Then put ya hands up We gon' tear up the buildin' This is the anthem If y'all know what the deal is Then put ya hands up If you on some real shit Then put ya hands up You feelin' like a million? Then put ya hands up We gon' tear up the buildin' This is the anthem We gon' make you move it, we gon' make you lose it You gon' feel that bass that'll make ya go stupid 'Till we kick the bucket, we be goin' dumblit Y'all know the saying: two words... f*ck it If y'all know what the deal is Then put ya hands up If you on some real shit Then put ya hands up You feelin' like a million? Then put ya hands up We gon' tear up the buildin' This is the anthem If y'all know what the deal is Then put ya hands up If you on some real shit Then put ya hands up You feelin' like a million? Then put ya hands up We gon' tear up the buildin' This is the anthem Then put ya hands up Then put ya hands up Then put ya hands up This is the anthem