Hands In The Air

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    (Verse 1: Chino XL)
    Direct from king fields!

    I'm glowing in darkness cats with spell will tell your people
    That there seems a crucifixion and my ouija board spells certain death
    You contradict you can't do shit your fucking song's joke
    The only video you could make is if you robbed a liquor store
    All right... niggas done got me started up
    Now it's time for you to duck
    You get stuck better run
    And check your blood when I run amuck
    Punching 'em straight to your face
    Putting that ass in a neck brace
    My shotty's wettin' your body up
    Wetter than Michael Jackson's pillow case
    I get props, you give head, I get pussy hole...
    I got more jim hats than there's hats in five five soul
    You hackle me, you funny
    You need to be in Def Comedy Jam
    Cus I am ??? like natives fear quicksand
    I'm smoking you with my burner
    I'm rippin' that ass like Tina Turner
    My feelings all right!
    I wanna be like Ike!
    Here is the savage marriage when I damage
    Like plaster or parrish
    You'd be in your hotel room catching a heart attack like Robin Harris
    So, bring all the static to me that you could find
    A prison is in my mind
    My mental is out of it
    I'd be on that ass like Tyson at a beauty pageant
    Assassinating you like you John Lennon and watch you beg
    You popped a lot of lip but can't do shit like Curtis Mayfield's leg...

    (Chorus - Repeat 2X)
    Every joint I rock,
    Every line you hear,
    Baby I don't care,
    People everywhere...
    Hands in the air!

    (Verse 2: Chino XL)
    It's getting real hard to control all the powers I posses see
    Who do I worship? My mind state is ??? to emergency
    I made a Rabbi
    Need a glass eye
    Just cus he passed by
    Bringing more hell nights than Omega Sci-fi
    I'm cutting you deep as I can
    You bled but I need a deeper shade
    Won't catch me wearing no red ribbons
    I'm glad when faggots catch the AIDS
    I'm losing my religion while you burn on a crooked cross
    Leaving mothafuckers broken up like Main Source
    Keepin' it strange, I got deranged
    Powers, rock for mad hours
    Kicking pregnant bitches in the stomach at baby showers
    Spreading the word of Revelation scattered all over the wrecks
    I got more lyrics than projects got bricks on the street
    Showing and proving this world ain't big enough for one of me
    You'll be like, "Elizabeth - I'm coming to join you honey!"
    Nothing is sacred when the rebel in yellow will be
    Like mother Teresa selling anal sex on 42nd street
    June 25th that ain't no myth that you can tamper with
    Which is hell, they should've nailed Jesus ass to a handprint
    Altruism is your bible, your first name is "Into The Pit"
    This is my body, this is my bread and all that other shit
    I smother shit, blood comets at the purple hand I'm not a fan
    So deep in the dark with the Art you can't understand so I shot a man...
    What yo' God got to do with me?...
    I'm not tryin' to hear that, see...

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    (Chorus - Repeat 2X's)
    Every joint I rock,
    Every line you hear,
    Baby I don't care,
    People everywhere...
    Hands in the air!

    (Sample from Redman)
    Throw your hands in the air! (Repeat 6x's)

    (Verse 3: Chino XL)
    Now as I sit in the midst of a pit, piss this
    By the same lame game and the reign I'm an anarchist
    Black to the graveyard, vultures circle your head
    Keeps it going on, 'til the break of P.M. Dawn
    You're gonna crawl when I stroll, my name's on your wall in blood
    Bringing more 'Weird Science' than Anthony Michael Hall
    Buckshot, you're quoted like I'm Amy Fischer the war's on
    I'm sending my competition to hell with gasoline draws on
    Chino, it must be, better not, trust me...
    I'm dropping more satanic verses than Simon Rusty
    Know my name cus I kill
    Slappin' your mama outta high heels
    Battle me? Little nigga, first go get training wheels
    Ex-girlfriends talking shit, ripping my stickers, now retire
    Baby pictures on my tip you'd think my dick was a pacifier
    Burning them down like Watts, stab you in your crotch
    Stop and drop
    Fuck watching my video nigga, check me out on cops
    I kill like that, I kill like that,
    I kill like that, I kill like that...
    (da da da, da da da)
    I'm always strapped, worthless in a world that won't change
    I could catch a body in a ?wiffle? board

    (Chorus - Repeat 4x's)
    Every joint I rock,
    Every line you hear,
    Baby I don't care,
    People everywhere...
    Hands in the air!

    (Repeat 6x's)
    Hands in the air...

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