Throw Them Hands

By Punnfire

On Who Taught Ya?

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[Chorus]

Throw them hands

Throw them hands

Throw them hands up!

Punnfire bout to run the game

Throw them hands up!

Throw them hands

Throw them hands

Throw them hands up!

Punnfire bout to run the game

Throw them hands up!


[Verse 1]

They call it the game but rap’s my all-consuming life

I’m punching in like clockers, call me Mekhi Phife;

Like clockwork tap-dancing, my rhymes is always timed right

Competition call me Clooney, cause I’m so outta sight

Haters gonna hate -- but I just slay memes;

Do you even lift, or are you scumbag steve?

Craft like Kobe in the gym, Nas (gymnast): balance beams;

Get my shots off like Nowitzki even if I’m triple teamed

You best step off this stage, cause this ain't what it seems

Got no regard for human life, cracking on some celtic green;

I’m finna clap on you like Eric Clapton, playing Cream:

Cash ruling everything around me, Wu I’m mean!


[Chorus]


[Verse 2]

Tenacious tactics: like Tennyson, I’m the trillest teacha

Property of the almighty and progeny, yeah, of a preacher;

Prodigy, when I’m on my feature; press core filling up the bleachers:

Peep Lebron the chosen leader, getting gold on senior sneakers

I AM divine with the lines

What's a roman to a spartan, just don't matter, that's ancient rhymes;

Call me up a tailor swiftly: I'm the G of all times --

Hem new suits for new slaves, so? dress up the lies

Skinheads be pumping lead, bombs and bullet laden skies;

O bin laden cries and dies, we question pakastani ties

Now Trump has got his gat on BLM

Because Execs ain't shy:

(THEY LISTENING)

Now or never, can't trust my eyes

Cause galaxies all around us spies

[Chorus] (2x)