Hands in the Air
I don't know if there's ever been a time better than right now for me to shine
Just when you thought I was fadin' out, I got so bright there ain't no doubt
Bird's gonna sing, bee's gonna sting, got you bouncin' like a trampoline
Yeah, this beat is so colossal, now I'm preachin' like an apostle
It ain't gospel, but it's the truth, hall of fame me like Babe Ruth
Louisville sluggin', never buggin', I hacksaw it like Jim Duggan
Can you dig it, ain't it grand, welcome to the promised land
Got an invisible touch, like Aaron Neville I don't know much
Standin' tall as the Eiffel Tower, you can call it my finest hour
Yeah, I think you already know it's the main event, not a sideshow
Grammar ignited, this rapper is delighted
I could do it all day, till the cows come home and we're old and grey
Gettin' ready for primetime, goin' off like a landmine
Hands down, pound for pound, who's the illest around
He's workin' this verse like a Kit-Kat and breakin' you off a piece
With rhymes so dope and beats so fat, you could say they were obese
I just wanna move to the rhythm all night
If it's wrong to feel the groove, I don't wanna be right
Got my hands in the air, wavin' side to side
Like I really don't care and it feels so right
I wanna live a little while I'm alive
Can't fight this feelin', tonight's the night
Gonna break it on down like you knew I would
Shakin' what my mama gave me just like I should
Got my hands in the air, goin' straight to the top
That's the way I like it and it just don't stop
Mc's come and go, I stay in fashion, spendin' most of my nights in white satin
On the wagon and off the chain, behind blue eyes and I can't explain
I keep in flippin' this manuscript, doin' so many reps, I'm about to get ripped
Ain't my first rodeo, it's a renaissance, man, I'm Michelangelo
Tearin' it up, goin' for broke, this just might be my masterstroke
It's no joke and it's no prank, but I'm laughin' my ass all the way to the bank
Cool like Arthur Fonzarelli, always got fresh cuts in the deli
No expiration date, like a surgeon when I operate
Bein' good for goodness sake, here's a fistbump, my word and a handshake
I wanna pop my collar, up in the mix like Betty Crocker
Gonna have my cake and eat, then I'm goin' into exile on Main Street
Got moves like Jagger's never seen, so fierce you're gonna need sunscreen
It's twenty-four karat gold, got me flexin' just like Muscle Shoals
Too tough tame, like Chris Isaak I got wicked game
Verbalizations of my imaginations
With vibrations this good, I'd give myself a standing ovation
I just wanna move to the rhythm all night
If it's wrong to feel the groove, I don't wanna be right
Got my hands in the air, wavin' side to side
Like I really don't care and it feels so right
I wanna live a little while I'm alive
Can't fight this feelin', tonight's the night
Gonna break it on down like you knew I would
Shakin' what my mama gave me just like I should
Got my hands in the air, goin' straight to the top
That's the way I like it and it just don't stop
Shoop, shoop
Shoop, shoop
Shoop, shoop
Shoop, shoop
I think I wanna dance
Yeah, you feel it
Come on and get your hands up
(Whoa-ooh, oh-ooh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ho, ho, ho, ho
(Whoa-ooh, oh-ooh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And it just don't stop
Goin' straight to the top
Hey, hey, hey, hey
(Whoa-ooh, oh-ooh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And it just don't stop
Goin' straight to the top
Hey, hey, hey, hey
(Whoa-ooh, oh-ooh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-eah-eah)
Goin' straight to the top
Just when you thought I was fadin' out, I got so bright there ain't no doubt
Bird's gonna sing, bee's gonna sting, got you bouncin' like a trampoline
Yeah, this beat is so colossal, now I'm preachin' like an apostle
It ain't gospel, but it's the truth, hall of fame me like Babe Ruth
Louisville sluggin', never buggin', I hacksaw it like Jim Duggan
Can you dig it, ain't it grand, welcome to the promised land
Got an invisible touch, like Aaron Neville I don't know much
Standin' tall as the Eiffel Tower, you can call it my finest hour
Yeah, I think you already know it's the main event, not a sideshow
Grammar ignited, this rapper is delighted
I could do it all day, till the cows come home and we're old and grey
Gettin' ready for primetime, goin' off like a landmine
Hands down, pound for pound, who's the illest around
He's workin' this verse like a Kit-Kat and breakin' you off a piece
With rhymes so dope and beats so fat, you could say they were obese
I just wanna move to the rhythm all night
If it's wrong to feel the groove, I don't wanna be right
Got my hands in the air, wavin' side to side
Like I really don't care and it feels so right
I wanna live a little while I'm alive
Can't fight this feelin', tonight's the night
Gonna break it on down like you knew I would
Shakin' what my mama gave me just like I should
Got my hands in the air, goin' straight to the top
That's the way I like it and it just don't stop
Mc's come and go, I stay in fashion, spendin' most of my nights in white satin
On the wagon and off the chain, behind blue eyes and I can't explain
I keep in flippin' this manuscript, doin' so many reps, I'm about to get ripped
Ain't my first rodeo, it's a renaissance, man, I'm Michelangelo
Tearin' it up, goin' for broke, this just might be my masterstroke
It's no joke and it's no prank, but I'm laughin' my ass all the way to the bank
Cool like Arthur Fonzarelli, always got fresh cuts in the deli
No expiration date, like a surgeon when I operate
Bein' good for goodness sake, here's a fistbump, my word and a handshake
I wanna pop my collar, up in the mix like Betty Crocker
Gonna have my cake and eat, then I'm goin' into exile on Main Street
Got moves like Jagger's never seen, so fierce you're gonna need sunscreen
It's twenty-four karat gold, got me flexin' just like Muscle Shoals
Too tough tame, like Chris Isaak I got wicked game
Verbalizations of my imaginations
With vibrations this good, I'd give myself a standing ovation
I just wanna move to the rhythm all night
If it's wrong to feel the groove, I don't wanna be right
Got my hands in the air, wavin' side to side
Like I really don't care and it feels so right
I wanna live a little while I'm alive
Can't fight this feelin', tonight's the night
Gonna break it on down like you knew I would
Shakin' what my mama gave me just like I should
Got my hands in the air, goin' straight to the top
That's the way I like it and it just don't stop
Shoop, shoop
Shoop, shoop
Shoop, shoop
Shoop, shoop
I think I wanna dance
Yeah, you feel it
Come on and get your hands up
(Whoa-ooh, oh-ooh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ho, ho, ho, ho
(Whoa-ooh, oh-ooh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And it just don't stop
Goin' straight to the top
Hey, hey, hey, hey
(Whoa-ooh, oh-ooh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And it just don't stop
Goin' straight to the top
Hey, hey, hey, hey
(Whoa-ooh, oh-ooh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-eah-eah)
Goin' straight to the top
Credits
Writer(s): William Mcwhorter
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