Diabolic - Stand By lyrics

This is hiphop
Get your muthafucking hands high!
Get 'em up! Get 'em up!


One's for the money, y'all
Two's for the show, in fact
Three's for the loaded gat you hold
When you wrote your raps
I ain't holding back no more
If your flow is wack
I'm flying off the handle like the
Barrel from a broken bat
Anybody popping slick shit's
Getting helicopter lifted
To the top of district hospitals
For a doctor visit
'Bolic's optimistic's opposite: apocalyptic
Brainstorm making rain drop
Acidic toxic liquid
I'll knock you bitches into next
Week with a haymaker
And straight razor your face when
You land seven days later
I said pray your soul to keep
When you go to sleep
But, you sold the lease on your
Own beliefs like Roman priests
You probably told the beast Hip-Hop
Needs it's own police
To patrol the streets and shows
Whenever something dope's released
But the navy's total fleet here
Storming a local beach
Told to breach my home
Couldn't get me out the zone I've reached

Make some muthafucking noise
Scream like you never do
Let them know we here
Punch the muthafucka next to you
Roll something, light it up
Guzzle what's inside your cup
Hold up, wait a minute
I don't think you hype enough!
Who don't give a fuck now?
Living like they can't die
I said get your hands high
Reach them for the damn sky
People get them up now
You don't gotta ask why
I said get your hands high!
Verse two, stand by

Store my rhymes cryogenically for
An entire century
And even science then'll be
Baffled by the chemistry the rapid rise in
Energy's analyzed forensically
To fathom why this natural high's
Trapped inside your memory
So why do rappers lie, glamorizing weaponry?
Getting away with murder like the
Cat who's driving Kennedy
I'll have your lives in jeopardy
Receiving intravenous fluid
Until the thieves I'm crew with pull
The plug from your breathing unit
I peeped the blueprint of your music
Every bar and measure
Planting demo charges to tear
Apart the architecture
My squad marched together through
The arctic weather
In the hardest sector and left them
Marked forever like a Scarlet Letter
Scar a veteran for meddling in our endeavors
So enjoy getting tarred and feathered
While your arms are severed
Y'all will never stop this
Moon out the boonies
Who spit's more jewels out than
That dude Mouth in Goonies

Pray to god when you go to mass
That someone that I know will slash
Your throat with the broken glass from
A Corona broke in half i'm Jehova's wrath
But worse than the pope in Catholic church
Christening the Antichrist while he's
Soaked in afterbirth
Half a verse got you spacing
Out like Captain Kirk
'til I throw you back to earth and leave
You miles below the grass and dirt
The gat'll burst at the first cat I face
Y'all and that's why you shook to respond
Like Magic 8 Balls
Saint Paul, the Great Wall
New York is the Norwegians
Fuck what they force feeding
I'll upchuck in a board meeting
Four seasons, year-round
Spitting that blue magic
And wouldn't wear down in a
Triple fat goose jacket
Can pull ratchets like mechanics
I got screws loose but fuck a deuce-deuce
I'll drop two nukes through your moon-roof
And it's fool-proof
So I'ma act a fool like Raul Duke
With two turntables and a mic
That's my true roots