Statik Selektah - Sound The Alarm (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Black Milk] Yeah, uh, just when you thought it was safe We came back to brawl and feel like you fought with an ape But walked in his cage and can't get out No way out, lost, feel like you walked in a maze And yes, trying to walk a mile in my shoes is a waste You couldn't even walk ten paces Yes, I already ran that race and Already came in first place and! Black Milk, I'm like a horror film in the makin' Spit that Freddy verse Jason Believe when I say n***as move when I weigh like all comin' police car chases Move, it gets that ugly The b**h want money, but she can't get that from me No, sound the alarm on em' Still gunnin' Sound like the fire men coming [Hook: Black Milk] Hands to the sky Get them high Detroit make the world go round' [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] Nothing else left to do but be the best with it All I need is respect with it It ain't gon' stop I put your flow in a bullet Put it in my gun And pull it like I'm playing roulette with it It ain't gon' pop I put your brain in the blender for trying to figure out How to enter the train of my thoughts You ain't a contender Why you still starvin' I can put my hand on my dick like I'm still a star As long as I feel large I'm the real raw n***as can't k** God Most incorrect politically next to Bill Maher Arrest me, try to correct me with bars Me, Black and Guilty next years' tsars I'm bout' to put you fools on a diet Put your food in a ring And then I'm crownin' the biggest loser the king n***a try to try me then I'll prolly try to body these mobs Then after that you gotta sound the alarm [Hook: Black Milk] Hands to the sky Get them high Motherf**er let's go [Verse 3: Guilty Simpson] Study the game and hit the ground runnin' So when I start Show you rap cats how to play that part But we ain't actin' They play him but he ain't crackin' The same ol' same With a verse so soft I sleep on it, the night off When a n***a tries to speak on it, come again Be in the streets, man f** a benz I got a 3 digit for the number man Cause when the scratch run out Tre-5-7 watch that come out I got a keen ear, boy, latch your mouth Or repeat what you said while I'm at your house But we don't knock Kick through both locks then inflict bodily harm Gun in my palm You cats ain't even lukewarm Man, sound the alarm [Hook: Black Milk] Hands to the sky Get them high