Hands Up lyrics

Hands Up ringtone on your mobile phone
Metaphysic!!![Crayon:]Black rose from the concreteCursed since my heart beatRose from my chest pieceRoam through the cold streetsWatch for the policeBlue and Whites hunt meNiggaz die dailyAnd set free monthlyNow punch meIn right thereWe move ahead light yearsYou must respect your peersBut what to do when there are noneAnd you're three steps from stardomAnd starvingCan't get trapped inside a coffin[Rock Shabazz:]From the streets to the clubConcretes to the rugsLet your speakers erupt when you reach for the dub and drop it(On everybody)Rock it(At every party)Rap's the modern day "The Harder They Come"But I'm versed on a versionMetaphysic sound system burn 'emTurn 'em to slaves to the rhythmA Black man that's why jake wanna kill him[Hook:]Throw your hands upThat's what policeman told meRushing my crib in the middle of the nightBut I'm not homeI'm in the basement jamUp in the club, watching my ladies and my mansThrow they hands upTurn the volume up'Til your nei
ghbors had enough, now they calling copsThey comin!Rush the club and knock the door downCuff up the DJ and make everybody throw they hands up[Crayon:]Well I got beef with the cats by the doorWith their backs on the wallWe came to get downStomping on the dance floorGrabbing everythingSliding off your wedding ringLose your girl in a minuteIf she standing next to meThe recipeMake 'em burn slow like rotisserieAnd swiftly invade like the Moors into SicilyHumidityDifferent world like Dwayne and WhitleyThe liquor beBurning my chestNow can I get a beat?[Rock Shabazz:]I'm a rudeboy, ruffneck, a rebelA renegade, a mercenary servin anybody on your teamAn outlaw that makes you bounce more with SouthpawBeat Bandits with raw material for sureYou know I wanna fight for the rights of the poorBut now and then I gotta get my ass on the floorGrab on a broad, all night on a songFrom West Indian shores to streets of New York[Hook:]Throw your hands upThat's what policeman told meRushing my crib
in the middle of the nightBut I'm not homeI'm in the basement jamUp in the club, watching my ladies and my mansThrow they hands upTurn the volume up'Til your neighbors had enough, now they calling copsThey comin!Rush the club and knock the door downCuff up the DJ and make everybody throw they hands up[Bridge: Crayon]Whether you a Yankee or YardeeAt a barbecue or housepartyIf I step on your shoes then I'm sorry(Watch out Dread!)Don't shoot the place up!Girl I'm feeling your bodyHere's my numberMaybe you call meIf you choose to dis or ignore me(That's okay!)I'll scoop your friend up![Rock Shabazz:]It's official like referees and whistlesMy enemies'll fizzle away and dieOn a batie boy still boom bye byeDis it but this is the way we rideCarnival-style, raise your flags in the airWhile I stand in my B-boy stance like thisPlay this Hip-Hop to BebopRagga to Rah-RahKompa to Soca, Rhytmn and Blues we clip it and loop itNahmean?[Crayon:]Its underground Black musicBigger than rap
musicIts food for the soulWe living for that unionOf joy and despairFingers in the airBack up off the wallYou could stand up in your chairCelebrating life and healthAnd knowledge of selfMy people graduating college, they expect you to failWe prevail through the jails and the kids getting killedNow its real we still hereNow its time to exhaleNow through your hands up![Hook:]Throw your hands upThat's what policeman told meRushing my crib in the middle of the nightBut I'm not homeI'm in the basement jamUp in the club, watching my ladies and my mansThrow they hands upTurn the volume up'Til your neighbors had enough, now they calling copsThey comin!Rush the club and knock the door downCuff up the DJ and make everybody throw they hands up[Crowd:] Ay oh Ay oh[Rock Shabazz:]It's not over, it's not overBlack people unite and let's all get downCause what we have is a brand new soundWonder what's the sample, can't you tell?Your system's yelling Kingston 12