"Put Ya Hands In Da Air" ((freestyle))

((Hook))2x

B-B-B Bounce.....

PUT YA HANDS IN DA AIR
IF YA DON'T WANNA HEAR DAT CRAP DAT YOU HEAR

GARBAGE ASS CATS SPITTIN' TRASH EVERYWHERE
ON WAX LEAKIN' OUT TRASH ON TRACKS EVERY YEAR

((1st verse))
Massive body counts in a world of despair
Class is in session nigga, pull up a chair
Police off blacks, don't nobody care
We've see it for a while yo!, it isn't really fair
They wanna keep us livin' in fear
Tell me Lord!, do we really have a prayer?
Genocide on our race, extinction is near
Flatline on defibrillator's, doc staff ye~ye-yellin' out CLEAR!
No remorse, no tears
Nobody spared
Everything is geared
For us to fail, land us under earth or in jail
Final Destination
Death comin' for us all, datz da outs wit no bail
Fuck bars y'all!, deez are da birth of our cells
You know where da blood leads, follow da trail
Culprits in uniforms
It's all political peepz, they hide in da hills
Corporate suit thugs wit a license to kill
Perception, Racism, Slavery been goin' on since they found Emmett Till   
Truth is what they try to conceal
This nation see their actions, They know what Da Real!
When it's portrayed in very plain sight on da reel

((Hook))2x

B-B-B Bounce.....

PUT YA HANDS IN DA AIR
IF YA DON'T WANNA HEAR DAT CRAP DAT YOU HEAR

GARBAGE ASS CATS SPITTIN' TRASH EVERYWHERE
ON WAX LEAKIN' OUT TRASH ON TRACKS EVERY YEAR

2nd verse
Eye know some of y'all readin' this now sideways wit a slight chill
Quit da ice grill
I'm on my grown man shit like a car note, mortgage, n a light bill
Ain't no "Good Times"
Penny for ya thoughts when I put this hot iron flow on ya skin, then burn ya like Chip Fields
All deez atrocities should've woke us up a long time ago
But we kept lettin' shit spill
"Amen!"
"Traumatized" by life when they turn our "Dreams n Nightmares" into reality like Meek Mill
Misfortunate wit no fortune, crazy how da wheel spin
All deez ailments ailin' us, Depression n Poverty is really real friend
It's been time for us to stand up like Ritter n Belushi like in their movie n become "Real Men"
For things to really change, it's a possibility where gonna have to die for what we honestly believe in
Most Caucasians get put in da same situations
Get a slap on da wrist
While we get kicked wit a foot or punched wit a fist 
Slapped up quick!
Riddled wit bullets beaten down wit a stick

And all they do is sweep da mess under carpets
Hide evidence, slide off they gauntlets
Cover up da funk of da smell, like no deodorant goin' under armpits
How much more will we stand n take from deez pricks
Upper class, middle class, poor vs rich
We already know dat da system is rigged n it needs to be fixed
And it's not because we don't have da wits
And like KRS, "MC's Act Like They Don't Know" up in dis bitch
Letter to my son
Ya'll know eye spit facts like da Don so, don't even Trip!

((Hook))2x

B-B-B Bounce.....

PUT YA HANDS IN DA AIR
IF YA DON'T WANNA HEAR DAT CRAP DAT YOU HEAR

GARBAGE ASS CATS SPITTIN' TRASH EVERYWHERE
ON WAX LEAKIN' OUT TRASH ON TRACKS EVERY YEAR

3rd verse
How much longer will y'all keep sellin' y'all souls to deez labels, continue ignorin' dis shit 
It's always been rough, cause we don't have da power or da money to match firepower dat they lightin' us wit  
We get pulled ova n they violate our rights
I use this mic to inspire spark somethin' in you rise up n unite
Liberals, Conservatives, deez are da brutal real tales from my hood
We know y'all don't give a fuck about us!
But eye won't stop yappin' bout it, til' my brain dead underneath of this hood
Good vs Evol!, I REP for my people!
My children be da body of da sequel 
We won't stop, til' we get da same provisions n everyone is equal

 ((Hook))2x

B-B-B Bounce.....

PUT YA HANDS IN DA AIR
IF YA DON'T WANNA HEAR DAT CRAP DAT YOU HEAR

GARBAGE ASS CATS SPITTIN' TRASH EVERYWHERE
ON WAX LEAKIN' OUT TRASH ON TRACKS EVERY YEAR

"Put Ya Hands In Da Air" ((freestyle)) by Shawn Stare