Hands Up
(专辑: Church Clothes Vol.2 - 2013)
[Propaganda:] They say the
places we venture a
Christian shouldn't dare Homie, that ain't holiness, it's fear, you scared Homie, I
swear, I
won't sin by osmosis Nope, I
got a
blood bought prognosis From the
age when shoulder blades held ghetto blaster No such thing as Christian rap, but rappers who believe Stand your ground, pound the
mic consistent with the
truth you speak You could watch the
gospel stand on its own two feet Really ain't that unique, y'all just never seen it Unlike the
elephants we won't let you ignore Like arenas full of white kids all singing along Make convos in the
green room filled with awkward pauses Don't think I
don't know em, when they don't trust and it's all love We just came to provide y'all the
soundtrack of life Like around here a
life's like sounds from the
mic, right Every creed and color with their 116 tats More humble rapper-tees all with their hands up Understand before Grammys and stellas it was bars from the
cellar That soar higher than cellular Less net worth, can't tell you my net worth I
ain't got a
clue, low dough was never fuel to choose the
type of tool we using Just who and when, we could better prepare you to make amends with the
Savior Destroy your turntables, say [Hook Propaganda and Lecrae:] And you ain't got to understand, just hands up And if you from the
West that's W's up, it's all love You and I
know we both can't afford to ignore, hands up East to the
west, y'all, hands up L.A. to the
Bay, y'all, hands up Hands up, everybody everybody, just hands up Hands up (Shout out to my man, Propaganda, from the
mighty mighty Humble Beast My name is Lecrae, I
represent Reach, 116, unashamed believers) [Lecrae:] Ayo, dial the
seven digits, call a
chemist I
compound underground sounds with pronouns so pronounce Our name right, rappers who take a
stand, B-Boy Pop the
lock on minds of these slaves until they free, boy Mischievous soul who don't get it, so we spit it Where the
smoke is blowing loud and the
crowds are looking frigid It's cold on the
road, so the
bars got to be hot Christians want the
message, but the
world want to be shot So I
give 'em both until they choke but truthfully If one side say you dope, the
other think that you a
joke Let me clear my throat as I
provoke you with these quotes I
got a
Grammy in the
closet, but I
trade it for the
hope of the
people 'Cause these days evil If you ain't seen Jesus, you don't want to see the
sequel People holla 116, 'cause they know we represent Something bigger than the
dollars and the
cents Still it don't make sense that I
rock with killers in dark tents Drinking liquor 'til they thinking of speaking in past tense And it's past tense with pastors and past friends Who don't understand the
mission in some of my actions Get your hands up [Hook]