Hands in Da Sky
Sometimes I wake up with a chip on my shoulder, I'm skipping composure
I'll Spartan kick you off a fucking cliff like a boulder
So I suggest that you reach for the sky like I'm Woody
You'd think I'm cheating on my woman how I smash on a pussy
With Emce Damage and Sleep, we put these rappers to sleep
And put their body in a motherfucking trunk - AXE
I'm going dumb on these beats, you other rappers look beat
Don't even try and send your CD cause I know that it's weak
It was a closed case, now you got a closed casket
My flow magic, pass the microphone to me because I'm dope at it
I'm fucking sicker than a dope addict, right
You fucking with the wrong ones, you gonna lose your fucking life
Bitch I be like Nas all I need is one mic
And a throwaway so I can blow you straight up out them Nike's
Raptile killing em and that is on sight
You won't ever catch me slipping anytime I got the knife
I got some anger issues, that's why I'm SkrewZ Loose in the noggin
You a fruit loop and you flauging, better move through when we mobbing
Homie you don't want no problems bruh, A-Game been insane
Now put your motherfucking hands up like I'm robbing a bank, you dig?
You don't wanna step in the ring with a god
I can strangle you with the veins in my arms
Been a crazy nigga since the day I was born
When you see me put your hands in the sky
Put your hands in the sky, if you don't wanna die
Put your hands in the sky, if you don't wanna die
Put your hands in the sky, if you don't wanna die
Put your hands in the sky, if you don't wanna die
Put your hands in the sky guaranteed they be with it
If you trying to talk some shit then you gonna probably regret it
So people stop and they staring they think that Damage is caring
What the hell people saying? People think that I'm playing
I been a crazy nigga why the fuck you think I'm praying?
Paying for my sins, I'm trying to weigh em out
Put your hands up now, or I'll kill you in the crowd
So you better put your motherfucking hands in the sky
If you don't wanna die, nigga look me in my eyes
Why the fuck you bout to cry? Acting like you shy
You don't really wanna step inside the ring with this guy
I'm a killer in my prime, I don't need no help
How I ain't really a killer when I'm really killing myself? So
Fuck how you felt it's A-Game and Sleep
We Damage the beat, I know you niggas really bout to see why
As I walk through the valley of death with 3 teks and 2 gauges
Someone tell the Reaper I've invaded
In a samurai mask and Timbs with no laces
I'll knock the heads up off of his soldiers while he gazes
Under the pavement he got people chained naked
Don't even try to run cause you know I'm a keep chasing
The people cheering me on while I'm bashing his fucking face in
But I came here to conquer I never came here to save shit
Yo you can miss me with that lame shit, get bodied in the ring quick
I'll strangle with some veins, I'll sell your body up on Craigslist
I finally caught you lacking home alone and I've been anxious
To dig into your chest and see how quickly that you drain bitch
Ayo you feeble minded niggas got the game all twisted up
Claiming you a killer but my chainsaw rip for fun
A-Game get my gun, Damage sharpen blades up
You ain't feel the hit but you falling soon as you stand up
I'm feeling like an anthropologist
I'm digging through your bones I'm trying to scrape out your esophagus
I'll fill the wounds with mud then stuff you inside a sarcophagus
Then take the tube and push it in a crater that is bottomless
Don't care about the consequence
He 30 years later, they falsified a hypothesis on why your fucking body stiff
They went into the crater and heard a voice that was ominous
Then crushed their wind pipes and knocked all of em out of consciousness
You don't wanna step in the ring with a god
I can strangle you with the veins in my arms
Been a crazy nigga since the day I was born
When you see me put your hands in the sky
Put your hands in the sky, if you don't wanna die
Put your hands in the sky, if you don't wanna die
Put your hands in the sky, if you don't wanna die
Put your hands in the sky, if you don't wanna die
I'll Spartan kick you off a fucking cliff like a boulder
So I suggest that you reach for the sky like I'm Woody
You'd think I'm cheating on my woman how I smash on a pussy
With Emce Damage and Sleep, we put these rappers to sleep
And put their body in a motherfucking trunk - AXE
I'm going dumb on these beats, you other rappers look beat
Don't even try and send your CD cause I know that it's weak
It was a closed case, now you got a closed casket
My flow magic, pass the microphone to me because I'm dope at it
I'm fucking sicker than a dope addict, right
You fucking with the wrong ones, you gonna lose your fucking life
Bitch I be like Nas all I need is one mic
And a throwaway so I can blow you straight up out them Nike's
Raptile killing em and that is on sight
You won't ever catch me slipping anytime I got the knife
I got some anger issues, that's why I'm SkrewZ Loose in the noggin
You a fruit loop and you flauging, better move through when we mobbing
Homie you don't want no problems bruh, A-Game been insane
Now put your motherfucking hands up like I'm robbing a bank, you dig?
You don't wanna step in the ring with a god
I can strangle you with the veins in my arms
Been a crazy nigga since the day I was born
When you see me put your hands in the sky
Put your hands in the sky, if you don't wanna die
Put your hands in the sky, if you don't wanna die
Put your hands in the sky, if you don't wanna die
Put your hands in the sky, if you don't wanna die
Put your hands in the sky guaranteed they be with it
If you trying to talk some shit then you gonna probably regret it
So people stop and they staring they think that Damage is caring
What the hell people saying? People think that I'm playing
I been a crazy nigga why the fuck you think I'm praying?
Paying for my sins, I'm trying to weigh em out
Put your hands up now, or I'll kill you in the crowd
So you better put your motherfucking hands in the sky
If you don't wanna die, nigga look me in my eyes
Why the fuck you bout to cry? Acting like you shy
You don't really wanna step inside the ring with this guy
I'm a killer in my prime, I don't need no help
How I ain't really a killer when I'm really killing myself? So
Fuck how you felt it's A-Game and Sleep
We Damage the beat, I know you niggas really bout to see why
As I walk through the valley of death with 3 teks and 2 gauges
Someone tell the Reaper I've invaded
In a samurai mask and Timbs with no laces
I'll knock the heads up off of his soldiers while he gazes
Under the pavement he got people chained naked
Don't even try to run cause you know I'm a keep chasing
The people cheering me on while I'm bashing his fucking face in
But I came here to conquer I never came here to save shit
Yo you can miss me with that lame shit, get bodied in the ring quick
I'll strangle with some veins, I'll sell your body up on Craigslist
I finally caught you lacking home alone and I've been anxious
To dig into your chest and see how quickly that you drain bitch
Ayo you feeble minded niggas got the game all twisted up
Claiming you a killer but my chainsaw rip for fun
A-Game get my gun, Damage sharpen blades up
You ain't feel the hit but you falling soon as you stand up
I'm feeling like an anthropologist
I'm digging through your bones I'm trying to scrape out your esophagus
I'll fill the wounds with mud then stuff you inside a sarcophagus
Then take the tube and push it in a crater that is bottomless
Don't care about the consequence
He 30 years later, they falsified a hypothesis on why your fucking body stiff
They went into the crater and heard a voice that was ominous
Then crushed their wind pipes and knocked all of em out of consciousness
You don't wanna step in the ring with a god
I can strangle you with the veins in my arms
Been a crazy nigga since the day I was born
When you see me put your hands in the sky
Put your hands in the sky, if you don't wanna die
Put your hands in the sky, if you don't wanna die
Put your hands in the sky, if you don't wanna die
Put your hands in the sky, if you don't wanna die
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Writer(s): A-game
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