Hands To The Sky

Lyrics

This the new level guys/viewing through my rebel eyes/living for my El Shaddai/buck him like some metal nines/just watch your fellow shine/smart spit with ghetto grime/your boys brave with the page spitting a yellow rhyme never/give ‘em leather whenever I'm licking letters/whose uhhh iller than skilla/now I'm sicker than ever/I can sneeze with the g's and cough with the bosses/leak life in the game while they drawing they coffins/ this calling is awesome/my balling will get the cross in/shake foes out of they clothes/the flows lost them/a new weapons exposed to grow God's men/spit mocks my wrist watch/fam it's all gems/and it's all him/got me in some tall timbs/this is the making of David leaving the Sauls slim/sending enemies up a creek with no Dawson/penning with ease for the weak so they can draw strength uhhhh Chorus The road is rough but I'm getting rougher yeah/the road tough but I'm getting tougher yeah/say what you got to say say/do what you got to do do/but them mountains in my way man they got to move/they got to move/they got to move/ hands to the sky if you know they got to move. Verse 2 I'm out of space with the rhythm/lacing the writtens with life/making a killing cause where I'm taking the spitting/not afraid of the snakes and they venom/take ‘em and sit ‘em in they place cause the faith that I'm wielding breaks down the villain/learn from the past in the present/passing the stressing as I bask in his presence/I'm asking him questions/advance in his essence/that leads to some passionate stepping/Sharp uhhh blasting a weapon like I'm acting a western/the cat is veteran/no gassing man the raps is from heaven/you can keep your six shooter cause I'm clapping ‘em seven/I'm after my brethren for the one who dispatched the eleven/serious about his business cause the math is aggressive/I'm laughing at threats and/they melting like wax in the desert/they traps is a dress up/trying to paint greener grass with suggestions/but I'm fast with the lessons and I smash with discretion/and I won't sleep until I'm in my casket and resting. Verse 3 Take your momma to genres/this is mobsta's lasagna/don't get more gangsta than that/popping imposters/I get low that's my posture for poppa/paying dues in this game/costed a rocker/dog this game is a giant tossing the rock up/ it cost dough to throw and the forhead is more bread/got my staff playing its part because the flows red/now lets speed it up folks because the slows dead/get it done when I'm on the mic/cause I hold the light and the flow is tight/they like like like show your right/back hand snakes just like dolomite/got to watch out for the cobra bites/trying have you looking slow like strobes of light/I'm a show ‘em how a soldier fight/let it pop non stop with Jehova's might/seeing in a way that's over sight/and I spit what I live never phony like/heat when I speak cause it's cold at night/get a fire in a fighter than they on the right path/know they like that/born to write that/born to fight back/bonafide black/get em with sentence/hit em with a vision/living for the mission and its over like that