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Stand By - Diabolic
This is hiphop get your muthaf**king hands high Get 'em up
One for the money y'all two's for the show in fact
Three's for the loaded gats you hold when you wrote your raps
I ain't holding back no more if your flow is wack
I'm flying off the handle like the barrel from a broken bat
Anybody popping slick sh*t's getting helicopter lifted
To the top of district hospitals for a doctor visit
'Bolic's optimistic's opposite: apocalyptic
Brainstorm making rain drop acidic toxic liquid
I'll knock you b**ches into next week with a haymaker
And straight-razor your face when you land seven days later
I said pray your soul to keep when you go to sleep
But you sold the lease on your own beliefs like Roman priests
You probably told the beast hiphop needs its own police
To patrol the streets and shows whenever something d**e's released
But the navy's total fleet here storming a local beach
Told to breach my home couldn't get me out the zone I've reached
Make some muthaf**king noise scream like you never do
Let them know we here punch the muthaf**ka next to you
Roll something light it up guzzle what's inside your cup
Hold up wait a minute I don't think you hype enough
Who don't give a f**k now Living like they can't die
I said get your hands high reach them for the damn sky
People get them up now you don't gotta ask why
I said get your hands high
Verse two stand by
Store my rhymes cryogenically for an entire century
And even science then'll be baffled by the chemistry
The rapid rise in energy's analyzed forensically
To fathom why this natural high's trapped inside your memory
So why do rappers lie glamorizing weaponry
Getting away with murder like the cat who's driving Kennedy
I'll have your lives in jeopardy receiving intravenous fluid
Until the thieves I'm crew with pull the plug from your breathing unit
I peep the blueprint of your music every bar and measure
Planting demo charges to tear apart the architecture
My squad marched together through the arctic weather
In the hardest sector and left them marked forever like the Scarlet Letter
Scar a veteran for meddling in our endeavors
So enjoy getting tarred and feathered while your arms are severed
Yall will never stop this moon out the boonies
Who spits more jewels out than that dude's mouth in Goonies
Make some muthaf**king noise scream like you never do
Let them know we here punch the muthaf**ka next to you
Roll something light it up guzzle what's inside your cup
Hold up wait a minute I don't think you hype enough
Who don't give a f**k now Living like they can't die
I said get your hands high reach them for the damn sky
People get them up now you don't gotta ask why
I said get your hands high
Verse two stand by
Pray to god when you go to mass or someone that I know will slash
Your throat with the broken glass from a Corona broke in half
I'm Jehova's wrath but worse than the pope in Catholic church
Christening the Antichrist while he's soaked in afterbirth
Half a verse got you spacing out like Captain Kirk
'Til I throw you back to earth and leave you miles below the grass and dirt
The gat'll burst at the first cat I face yall
And that's why you shook to respond like Magic 8 Balls
Saint Paul the Great Wall New York is the Norwegians
F**k what they force-feeding I'll upchuck in a board meeting
Four seasons year-round spitting that blue magic
It wouldn't wear down in a triple fat goose jacket
Can pull ratchets like mechanics I got screws loose
But f**k a deuce-deuce I'll two nukes through your moonroof
And it's fool-proof so I'mma act a fool like Raul Duke
With two turntables and mic that's my true roots
This is hiphAnnotateop
I said get your hands high Get 'em up Get 'em up now
