Hands Up Songtext
von Life

But one day we′re bound to find it
Oh sweet Jesus, we stand in awe and awe of it
But one day we're bound to find it
Oh sweet Jesus, we stand in awe and awe of it
Yo, hold your hands up high ′cause this is Napa on life
I'm attacking the mic with a passion of Christ
This track is so nice
My raps are precise, on point, and tight
My voice takes flight to great heights
My reputation's like a great white
Find me in the studio from late night ′til daylight
Practice makes perfect
So life, I′m too confident for stage fright
Still don't get paid right to blaze mics
Me and Napa, our game′s tight
We underground like bare knuckle cage fights
Musically, we take life and never hit you twice with the same vibe
Plus when I wild out, you couldn't tame life
Napa′s hits will blow your mind like crack cocaine pipes
His instrumental albums in The Source should get eight mics


Creatively constructing beats with the venom of snake bites
Inventing nothing less than the most incredible bass lines
Computer whiz, kid, sampler scientist
My professor who digs in the crates of
Pleasure for the greatest breaks ever
We never say never together, won't fold under pressure
You see a special, hold your corners like a Subaru Impreza
Artistical high flyers, but we don′t travel in Cessnas
Not private jetsters but underground beat and rhyme defenders
But one day we're bound to find it
Oh sweet Jesus, we stand in awe and awe of it
But one day we're bound to find it
Oh sweet Jesus, we stand in awe and awe of it
It′s best to keep your hands up high
Don′t try to play us on the streets
We bring more chaos than Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas
We're the most uncontrollable force in
Hip-hop, soldiers who roar the big dogs
Drawing more crowds than space shuttle liftoffs
Mixing desk and vocal booth big shots, life I spit hot
My name be getting big props
This game got it on gridlock
Creating classic music instantly like shoe
Brand symphonies with levels of consistency
I′m mastering hip-hop history
My supernatural abilities are a mystery
The rapper who raises the bar continually
Spit bars from now 'til infinity
Nothing can stop or limit me ′cause every day religiously
I'm working lyrically to refine my rhyming artillery
More weapons than the military
I′m armed and dangerous with a sack of Napa tracks
That leave you cats more holy than the Trinity
The dub play specialist, commercial hip-hop's nemesis, with
A sound to take your hearing hostage like musical terrorists
We're far from prejudice or separatists, we′re just the best at this
We read the streets and pick up on their thoughts like a telepathist
Ghetto celebrities, both blessed
Gifted genetically with rhythmic energy
Prolific skills, dropping those killer melodies
Colder than the Outer Hebrides was in the Ice Age
And we′re more hungry than countries who still depending on Live Aid
But one day we're bound to find it
Oh sweet Jesus, we stand in awe and awe of it
But one day we′re bound to find it
Oh sweet Jesus, we stand in awe and awe of it