[Intro: Narrator]
We know now that in the early years of the twentieth century this world was being watched closely by intelligence's greater than man's and yet as mortal as his own
[Hook]
Hands up and heads down now
Hands up and heads down now
Hands up and heads down now
Hands up and heads down
[Verse 1]
If the money makes the man
Than the man’s what makes me
It makes mouth bitter but boy that shit’s tasty
See we don’t talk about the places it takes me
‘Cause it makes the public nervous
Every time that they face me
Misplace me
Put me with the R&B
Give me an A&E documentary starring me
‘Cause it ain’t hard to see
I’m the next big thing
I’ll be made getting paid rocking suede next spring
Love me like a fling
Hate me when they play this
I got sounds only found outside of the Matrix
I got that 8 bit
State to state shit
Humans eat it up
While the rappers going ape shit
But no worries
On Hakuna Matata
I got a lot of Grenada armada yada yada
It’s hand over fist
Over the bone under the meat
Bear with me
Hold X to enter the gunners seat
[Bridge]
[Narrator]
We know now that as human beings busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinized and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinize the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. With infinite complacence people went to and fro over the earth about their little affairs, serene in the assurance of their dominion over this small spinning fragment of solar driftwood man has inherited out of the dark mystery of Time and Space
[Stoop Kidd]
Sit. Stand. Watch. Repeat
Place. Light. Run. Repeat
Bleach. White. Wash. Repeat
Turn on. Tune in. Drop Out. Repeat
[Verse 2]
So what to do
Once again I find myself torn
Between getting famous and watching amateur porn
(What you mean? You don’t have the balls that it takes?
Rather wallow while Bangbro’s swallows up your mistakes?)
Nah, I thought about it homie this is different
This ain’t just the fire burning, bitch this is it for it
(Look nobody gives a shit.)
Homie I’ve been living it
Nowadays everybody who’s anybody’s into it
(But you don’t like to think about the old times
Left behind tumbling down the gold mine
Ghetto superstar, you living on top?
Then why’s your name still locked out at the pawn shop)
Strapped like bondage
Broken like the Amish
On some I’m gonna get this money honey I promise
Honest I'm gonna make alive the new dead now
That’s a rap
What was it that I said now
[Hook]
Hands up and heads down now
Hands up and heads down now
Hands up and heads down now
Hands up and heads down