Freeway, Jake One - Throw Your Hands Up lyrics

Now everybody throw your hands up
It's "The Stimulus Package"
Now throw your hands up
We givin back to the people
Now throw your hands up
If you rockin with Jake
One and Philly Freezer
Everybody throw your hands up
It's "The Stimulus Package"
Now throw your hands up
We givin back to the people
So throw your hands up
If you rockin with Jake
One and Philly Freezer

I'm talkin Gang Starr and Naughty
Way before BIG and 'Pac was discussed
I had my Walkman in my pocket
Used to hop on the bus i used to rock it
Used to knock until the mixtape popped
Tribe Called Quest and Black Sheep
Was knockin to us yeah, Leaders of the New
I'm from the old school
I'm about to bring y'all people new school
Hip-Hop you can trust
I'm from the Roc-A, yeah
Your sisters hung my posters in they lockers
But, I still got that knock that
Makes the people bop they head
I am alive, so the "Dynasty's" not dead
I have arrived, i came to snatch your spots
So switch your locks up
Robin Hood, I steal from the rich
Give to the poor
Represent for all my bulls that are
Shackled up and locked up
You know what's ill, prior to the deal
Was in the same boat as them but
I made it out of my cuffs
So I will, deliver to the Phill'
Promise to keep it real, show
Skills, heat the mic up, yeah

Throw your hands up
It's "The Stimulus Package"
Now throw your hands up
We givin back to the people
Now throw your hands up
If you rockin with Jake
One and Philly Freezer
Everybody throw your hands up
It's "The Stimulus Package"
Now throw your hands up
We givin back to the people
So throw your hands up
If you rockin with Jake
One and Philly Freezer

We bringin y'all Original Flavor
Raised off De La
Kept Black Moon in my boombox player
Back in the day I used to
Steal that nigga Rakim's style
When I flowed and I didn't say "may I?"
Let's say I was 16 years old
Then I grew and learned how
To cross over like AI
Yup, stack paper, every since that day I
Made moves, listen to Wu with +Cash Rules+
Now my own entity, official Rhymesayer
Boss player, don't ask nobody for favors
Before I met Jay I been
Knew that the "Streets Watch"
It's Barack of the block
Doin Hip-Hop a favor (what's that?)
Bringin that realness back
It's "The Stimulus Pack'"
All fake and false rappers
Can fall and collapse
Drop and die, them and I
Will not miss you, no ribbon in the sky, no!

I remember when I was first tryin
To be a rapper guy like Pharcyde
The labels kept on +Passin' Me By+
Nowadays when I hit 'em with the flow again
They like "there he go again
The dopest Ethopian"
Nope, Afro-American, hit y'all
With the realness, I don't hit y'all
With the babblin hit y'all with the songs
Then I hit y'all with the battlin
Drug traffickin, drop "The Stimulus Package"
Watch these rappers follow my pattern, yeah!

Now everybody throw you hands up (hands up)
Now throw your hands up (hands up)
Throw your hands up (hands up)
Now throw your hands up (hands up)