Believe that you can fly and your kicks might lift up. Beat by Ill Poetic, for the album "To Mock A Killingbird".
Hiphop used to mean something, and Odub believes that it still can. Inspired by real life, he is more interested in making good music that people can relate to
Hip Hop has gotten too hard core. Simple. I take it down a notch....back to the days when rappers had more to talk about than guns, money, jewels, cars and women. Rap with a message, and well, some just for the flow of it.
Lyrics
[intro]
Yeah
Put your hands in the sky
Put your hands in the sky
Put em up
[hook x2]
Put your hands in the sky, this is not a stick up
Believe that you can fly and your kicks might lift up
Hands in the sky
Hands in the sky
Hands in the sky
Put your hands in the sky
[verse 1]
Up where the air is rare I'm reachin for the clouds
Tear my hair out in the mirror if I fear I've let you down
Reflect upon the wrongs I've done, the rights I might, whats left?
And then I realize the glass reversed the way I see myself
I need reminded that it's best for me to float
But the criticism's sharp enough to cause a leaky boat
So I takeover on the motor to ensure I won't be burned
Floatin in the ether so the water's no concern
I reapply conviction, me a knife, a deep incision
Self Inflicted but a stitch in time will save my contradictions
Quick decisions, I don't waffle man, I break fast
Friction in the kitchen and the oven loves to break glass
I've been the pot, I've called the kettle black
This world is cast in plastic, bring the metal (mettle) back
It's meltin, call a Medevac
Healthy, I'm the head of that, and I'll peddle that
On pedal bikes, with metal spikes, in the dead of night
But instead of fight, I'll settle that
[hook x2]
[verse 2]
We will weave a web of walkways through your catacombs
Alleviate the dark days, leave you there alone
The shine of the sun might blind if it's done right
And I've got the gun right here in my palm
Loaded with ink, it's like I told you what to think
Wheels are turning, mind is spinnin, disco ball, skating rink
I think the words and epic verses worm their way through epidermis
Evidently epinephrine in your chest has left you nervous
I see you heavin, heavy breathin, steady fiendin
Loss of oxygen to breathe in, thoughts are dropped in sequence
Atop your wobbly knees the stuffings coming out the seams
It seems you've reached the feature's end, it don't justify the means
And now the venomous adrenaline is enterin your system
And it's limitless, you're spinnin it's the dizziness
Your visions nearly imageless, I fear the fear is imminent
My sentiments, no sissyness, just roll the boulder up the hill again
Sisyphus
[hook x2]
[verse 3]
Hands high, block the flames
Battle cry, Bangarang!
Lost boy, what a shame
Neverland, never change
Shadow walked, fakin claims
Hook wins, play the game
Skip the fist to battle this like Atticus
Bangarang!
No need to raise a hand to drop the hammer
You could raise your voice, raise the ante,
Raise the bar and raise a family
Raisin In The Sun, Younger, underneath the bucket
You could take a razor, tuck it, Unseen, and raise a Ruckus
Utterly dark if you refuse to open eyes
You could flood it with a spark if you choose to open minds
Peekin through the blinds, hopin nobody can see you
But that wall you hide behind is built with bricks that are see through
But the mortar's the important part
Supportive when it's poured with heart
With horribly contorted proportions if you ignore the art
Of course it's more than sorta strong
Sauron forged in Mordor's halls
Absorb the roars of those before
Absorb the roars of those before
[hook x4]
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