HANDS UP - Intellectual

“Hands Up”

[Verse 1: Dante' Spain]

(Manifestations…)

Planning escape routes, on these Atlantic waters//

Penning the exile, when not typing with the qwerty//

Panning it all out, like Machiavelli before me//

But I be the, Alighieri De Florence//

El Camino with, Turtle waxed rallies//

The getaway car touring foreign land probably//

El Camino de (Aye!) Santiago's//

Not that far away, hope to see Morocco//

Speedboat, no paddling//

To a remote, atmosphere//

Will I return, in seven years?//

Or remain a mystery, only here//

But then again, there's the open air//

Cock pits, and stewardess//

Private flights, will only do for me//

But a chopper seems to suit me//

I know Marcus Garvey turning over, in his grave//

Cause niggas still ain't get the memo from, the slaves//

What's wrong with the underworld, of today?//

Seven seas, seven wonders, hands up, now wave, wave, wave, wave//( Repeat 4x)

Change the game, metamorphosis, flow, got metaphors in it//

These niggas trash, they loitering, I spit venom, I'm poisonous//

You not venom, to my Spidey sense, make the decision, I'm Morpheus //

You peachy, just like Georgia is, I'm geechy, just like Florida is//

This one hell of a passion, y’all woke up the dragon//

And done dragged him, out the dungeon, don't miss your shot like Duncan//

Y’all niggas be lunching, I'm hungry for something//

In the spiritual, not the physical, I'm seeking like a missile do//

You got a bias attitude, I don't buy into the bull//

Niggas talk in circles, too old for Duck, Duck, Goose//

My nigga light up the purple, what the fuck is drug abuse?//

There's room for improvement, but ain't no room for you//