SoulChef, Hydroponikz - Hands Up lyrics
[SoulChef, Hydroponikz - Hands Up lyrics]
I said no justice, no peace yeah, 2020
What we got to do, we gotta do that
What we got to do, we gotta do that, that
That
Yeah, me no hablo Americano
My first thoughts are in the
Gallow and then I follow
The translation of thing cause no obli-gation
To a nation of thieves
Who altered the death rate from disease
Caught from a neck in front of
The altar for they knees
Disrespect the halls for the
Darker human beings
Bunch of racists the color of
They honor is green
And for them all we all in a quarantine
Still we topple regimes
This drove is spitter
They say that the breath of
Your death is bitter curfew to hurt you
Got lifted cause of the litter
Keep it real though
American culture gimmicks and side shopped
Lifted from Indian tribes
While villagers died
Dead in mind and when they used to
Charge you a minute at a time
CEO committing crime
The whole shit is a vibe
Ain't no hashtag they haven't coined yet
Nuh uh my words are poignant
It's only one love so better join it
Get yours hands off me now get your hands up
Get yours hands off me now get your hands up
Can you hear us now, you understand us?
What's the plan, these are demands
Proper pay, equal voice
We need both you don't really have a choice
Face down on a concrete
Now you all see we plant the
Seed and we rose like Royce
But all they care about is profit's
Profit's everybody stop it
People aren't objects, what a fucking concept
It's nonsense
People starving while I'm getting offers
Hey coper
Why don't you get the fuck up off of
My neck, my back
It's a White House sponsored attack nuh uh
Actions speaks louder than Twitter
Responses to blacks
Using conscious my arsenal bombing
Your office with facts
It's the mister crack in your skull and bones
Like you did the old man in Buffalo
Exposing you government hoes
You think you runnin the show?
You confiscating all the money while
You provided the blow
Guess we flipped that for ya
Give back points
On that gift pack won't ya, no tip caps
It still tips back soldier
You get what you give
Why my people dying to live it's like
Get yours hands off me now get your hands up
Get yours hands off me now get your hands up
Can you hear us now, you understand us?
What's the plan, these are demands
Proper pay, equal voice
We need both you don't really have a choice
Face down on a concrete
Now you all see we plant the
Seed and we rose like Royce
What we got to do, we gotta do that
What we got to do, we gotta do that, that
That
Hey, what we got to do, we gotta do that
Cause, I gotta do, what I gotta do
What I gotta do for the city givin
Up 41 shots for I'ma duce
And I'ma do me in case the
Cops are plottin on droppin you
But ya'll don't worry about 5-0
Cause your balance got five 0's
Make sure they read Miranda's in handcuffs
Hands up