[Verse 1: Sapient]

Hands on I pick it up, I’m like a soccer goalie

‘Cuz I do more than just kick it but I’m not the homie

Sick at art, cut throat at the business

I’m not like you let me show you the difference

I don’t drink from the mainstream that’s more like shit’s creek

Ripley’s Believe It Or Not, I get things

Straight indie, like Doctor Jones (Doctor Jones?)

DIY but my street team’s on patrol

We on a roll and we ain’t stoppin’ here, vamanos!

This game’s been commandeered

A militia of blacksmiths letterheads and craftsmen

We band together in thе famine

So you think you got a problem – you don’t

You might be up on trеnds but you’re not in the know

And in the Northwest (yeah) it gets awfully cold

So you uncomfortable if you ain’t up on my folks

[Chorus]

When it comes to the work we hands on (hands on)

When it comes that dirt we hands on (hands on)

When it comes to this earth we stand on

We gon’ stretch and touch every head we must, it’s hands on

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[Verse 2: Illmaculate]

Now, just imagine a grimey cat that’s fuckin’ handsome

And last word to describe me as is unattractive

I’m runnin’ rampant, and if I took a loss, shit

I just shook it off like nothin’ happened

I can’t stand it when a chick’s insecure

So if I did the same, you would see the bitch in me like I see the bitch in her

And if it’s reversed I would see the bitch in you in a skirt

Naw I’d go to prison first

‘Fore I let a man cross that line like he want’s that

Everybody talks that jive

But I’m not that guy you want it with

You trippin’ and ain’t had a hit yet like a contact high

Our product is narcotic and I promise

If I get my hands on it, leave my mark on it

Strangle holdin’ the beat, till it’s not breathin’

We not leavin’ give you the top reason

[Chorus]

When it comes to the work we hands on (hands on)

When it comes that dirt we hands on (hands on)

When it comes to this earth we stand on

We gon’ stretch and touch every head we must, it’s hands on

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[Verse 3: Onlyone]

How are we the same?

I put more hours on a page like there ain’t enough hours in a day

Onlyone put hands on you

Like you a podium, I stand on you

I’m not the type of cat you look at or put hands on

My gun can your whoop ass, I put that on

Hey yall, my hands stay on the grip

All day long money I make on a flip

We got Sapient and St. Johns in this

You in the sands but you ain’t on the strip

Get paid like Emilio pre-paid Helio

Big Willy tryin’ to make a milli’ yo

Shine through the Philly smoke in the video

Billy The Kid, gun shots make you tippy toe

Chips like silicone, you smell me like pissy clothes

I put on work though, but really though

[Chorus]

When it comes to the work we hands on (hands on)

When it comes that dirt we hands on (hands on)

When it comes to this earth we stand on

We gon’ stretch and touch every head we must, it’s hands on

X2