Art Of Origin - Hands in the Air lyrics

(Verse 1: Chino XL) Direct from king fields! I'm glowing in darkness cats with spell will tell your people That there seems a crucifixion and my ouija board spells certain d**h You contradict you can't do sh** your f**ing song's joke The only video you could make is if you robbed a liquor store All right... n***as done got me started up Now it's time for you to duck You get stuck better run And check your blood when I run amuck Punching 'em straight to your face Putting that a** in a neck brace My shotty's wettin' your body up Wetter than Michael Jackson's pillow case I get props, you give head, I get p**y hole... I got more jim hats than there's hats in five five soul You hackle me, you funny You need to be in Def Comedy Jam Cus I am ??? like natives fear quicksand I'm smoking you with my burner I'm rippin' that a** like Tina Turner My feelings all right! I wanna be like Ike! Here is the savage marriage when I damage Like plaster or parrish You'd be in your hotel room catching a heart attack like Robin Harris So, bring all the static to me that you could find A prison is in my mind My mental is out of it I'd be on that a** like Tyson at a beauty pageant Assa**inating you like you John Lennon and watch you beg You popped a lot of lip but can't do sh** like Curtis Mayfield's leg... (Chorus - Repeat 2X) Every joint I rock Every line you hear Baby I don't care People everywhere... Hands in the air! (Verse 2: Chino XL) It's getting real hard to control all the powers I posses see Who do I worship? I'm in a state of spiritual emergency I made a Rabbi Need a gla** eye Just cus he pa**ed by Bringing more hell nights than Omega Psi Phi I'm cutting you deep as I can You bled but I need a deeper shade Won't catch me wearing no red ribbons I'm glad when f*ggots catch the AIDS I'm losing my religion while you burn on a crooked cross Leaving mothaf**ers broken up like Main Source Keepin' it strange, I got deranged Powers, rock for mad hours Kicking pregnant b**hes in the stomach at baby showers Spreading the word of Revelation scattered all over the wrecks I got more lyrics than projects got bricks on the street Showing and proving this world ain't big enough for one of me You'll be like, "Elizabeth - I'm coming to join you honey!" Nothing is sacred when the rebel in yellow will be Like mother Teresa selling an*l s** on 42nd street June 25th that ain't no myth that you can tamper with Which is hell, they should've nailed Jesus a** to a handprint XORISM is your bible, your first hymn is "Enter The Pit" This is my body, this is my bread and all that other sh** I smother sh**, blood comets at the purple hand I'm not a fan So deep in the dark with the Art you can't understand so I shot a man... What yo' God got to do with me?... I'm not tryin' to hear that, see... (Chorus - Repeat 2X's) Every joint I rock Every line you hear Baby I don't care People everywhere... Hands in the air! (Sample from Redman) Throw your hands in the air! (Repeat 6x's) (Verse 3: Chino XL) Now as I sit in the midst of a pit, piss this By the same lame game and the reign I'm an anarchist Black to the graveyard, vultures circle your head Keeps it going on, 'til the break of P.M. Dawn You're gonna crawl when I stroll, my name's on your wall in blood Bringing more 'Weird Science' than Anthony Michael Hall Buckshot, you're quoted like I'm Amy Fischer the war's on I'm sending my competition to hell with gasoline draws on Chino, it must be, better not, trust me... I'm dropping more satanic verses than Salman Rushdie Know my name cus I k** Slappin' your mama outta high heels Battle me? Little n***a, first go get training wheels Ex-girlfriends talking sh**, ripping my stickers, now retire Baby pictures on my tip you'd think my dick was a pacifier Burning them down like Watts, stab you in your crotch Stop and drop f** watching my video n***a, check me out on cops I k** like that, I k** like that I k** like that, I k** like that... (da da da, da da da) I'm always strapped, worthless in a world that won't change I could catch a body in a ?wiffle? board (Chorus - Repeat 4x's) Every joint I rock Every line you hear Baby I don't care People everywhere... Hands in the air! (Repeat 6x's) Hands in the air...