Hands Up, Stand Up

Take a walk with me, see what the ruggidness live like
There ain't no doubts that the ruggidness spit tight
Music made for those that rushing the door steps
Braindead people keep beggin' for more raps
I like to smoke some, write shit and catch wreck
Ain't part of my movement then it's best to get back
Shit's poppin' off man, homie just live life
Only one change, no time to think twice
Been coming up but I took some steps back
Clowns operate but the real gon' clap back
I got that piff that my people do wait for
No shake yo ass music, nigga this straight raw
Soldier boy music, follow instructions
Words are like weapons, so my weapon destructing
Blast those you send, send those to come blast me
But those close to you, they will never come past me

This is for my movement, hands up, stand up
Our time has come, man up, man up
Control the wheels and follow my lead
I shall keep it raw man, I promise indeed

The god in the flesh, this year gon' pop off
Say bye to the bad guy, our paths do not cross
I'm on a murder spree, the scope on a rifle
Baptise niggas with quotes from the bible
Nicotine smoker, weed fucking my head up
I keep falling but my people say get up
I do, do, do what I do best
This ain't no hobby son, to me I release stress
Once you hear my voice you gettin' hooked the vocab
Time will tell, deep inside you know that
Save those games for the people you play with
Only talking money, otherwise don't say shit
You ain't ruggid, man we cut through your budget
Ruggid town Rotterdam nothing to fuck with
Done paid my dues, now it's time to collect
I'm claiming spots and you don't get em back

This is for my movement, hands up, stand up
Our time has come, man up, man up
Control the wheels and follow my lead
I shall keep it raw man, I promise indeed

Bad boy stomping, two feet on solid ground
I run solo, go hard, hold it down
For those with no opinion, i'm a problem, solution
Get back when I say so, a damn execution
Sonny got styles, he done mastered flows
Niggas be like bitches, watch your temper ho
Nah not to be fucked with, this animal gets loose
Spraying all ya dummies, keep slaying these rap crews
Most just don't got it, most just don't get it
There's no talent, why the fuck expect credit
I put in work man, my hands full of blisters
But i'm still the man and hold the hand of your sister
My name is Conceptz, get it correct it yo
Fuck buying tickets, nigga slide in the backdoor
Real nigga shit, the reason i'm here for
Veteran in this but this nigga is still raw

This is for my movement, hands up, stand up
Our time has come, man up, man up
Control the wheels and follow my lead
I shall keep it raw man, I promise indeed
This is for my movement, hands up, stand up
Our time has come, man up, man up
Control the wheels and follow my lead
I shall keep it raw man, I promise indeed



Credits
Writer(s): F. De Brug
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link