Hands Up

Hands up, hands up, hands up
Come on
Hands up, hands up, hands up, hands up
Hands up, hands up, hands up
Come on
Had enough, had enough
What the fuck?

It's a doubtful world where they embrace the lies
Hear the songs they sing, are you hypnotized?
Can I sell you something? Let me tell you something
You see I come from nothing and my hands are calloused
While the one percent stays tippin' the balance
I'm a put 'em on blast for the present and past
Put the night stick away, keep it off my back
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
What the fuck?

Hands up, hands up, hands up
Come on
Hands up, hands up, hands up, hands up
Hands up, hands up, hands up
Come on
Had enough, had enough
What the fuck?

Pass ain't just past, world ain't gonna last
Change itself and thrive, will he survive?
Cybermetric hat trick, trip on a back flip
Molotov matchsticks are burning Calabasas
Banksta clowns, Timmy C wrapped in a shroud
Shrapnel in a sound cloud, body armor powwow
No ifs and no whats, no whos, no hows
Support for crazy horse, we need you now

Hands up, hands up, hands up
Hands up, hands up, hands up
Hands up, hands up, hands up
Hands up, hands up, hands up
Hands up, hands up, hands up
Hands up, hands up, hands up
Hands up, hands up, hands up
Had enough, had enough
What the fuck?

Hands up, hands up, hands up
Come on
Had enough, had enough
What the fuck?
Hands up, hands up, hands up
Come on
Had enough, had enough
What the fuck?
Hands up, hands up, hands up
Come on
Had enough, had enough
What the fuck?
Hands up, hands up, hands up
Come on
Had enough, had enough
What the fuck?



Credits
Writer(s): Louis M. Freeze, Carlton Douglas Ridenhour, Timothy Commerford, Brad J. Wilk, Thomas B. Morello
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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