gibby stites - put 'em up lyrics
[intro]
look, sonny. just one question. answer it yes or no
it’s been a long time hasn’t it?
and this time, i’m gonna k!ll everyone here
and this time, make sure they’re all dead before you leave
it’s been a long time hasn’t it?
[verse 1: gibby stites]
let them haters know g+i+b is back
it’s time to see the class eating tracks, speaking facts
rappers talking smack like they really leaving packs
when looking at they t++th the only time they seeing plaques
my hand just said some, i think it was redrum
but i was braindead from the medicine fed, um
my eyes rolled back like a setting sun
then i spun my head in a semicircle, let the fun
begin, i’ve been in my own h+ll
you holding onto cheesy beef more than a taco sh+ll
don’t you dare touch that dial, it will not go well
and my mixtape dope and the pot gon’ sell
lately they say “gibby, you are not yourself”
i got a lot on the line and i’m not gon’ fail
so f+ck that, f+ck you, f+ck what you think of me
now i got my mini+mes trying to get rid of me
ha!
[chorus: gibby stites]
put your f+ckin’ hands in the sky one time
if you in the underground on your grind
put your f+ckin’ hands in the sky one time
if you always gotta speak what’s on your mind
put ’em up, put ’em up like
put ’em up, put ’em up, put ’em up
put ’em up, put ’em up like
put ’em up, put ’em up, put ’em up
[verse 2: donnie menace]
stay sharper than a razorblade slicing your skin
cruising in my own lane with chrome spikes on my rims
f+cks i do not give, so don’t come around
you can live through the underground so i’m dying to live
on my grown sh+t, why they all whining like kids?
since they want to be spoon+fed go find ’em a bib
too much of that bottle, you’ll get sonned right in your crib
for crying like a baby, now you dying of sids
talking like they sl!ck and hate on us but i’m frank thomas
knocking out the park this sh+t they trying to pitch
they are prepared to stay and what’s with all these jerks
that’s why they power moves don’t work, they need they wiring fixed
i’m beast and they basic, i can see your name and faces
we two different types of sick, i’m a creep, y’all aids patients
i don’t do internet talk and speak in vague statements
i’d rather put a fist to these tw+ts and leave their face gaping
[chorus: gibby stites]
put your f+ckin’ hands in the sky one time
if you in the underground on your grind
put your f+ckin’ hands in the sky one time
if you always gotta speak what’s on your mind
put ’em up, put ’em up like
put ’em up, put ’em up, put ’em up
put ’em up, put ’em up like
put ’em up, put ’em up, put ’em up
[verse 3: james joyce the squatch]
listen dude, don’t get it twisted and misconstrued
for if i let you down with no telling what it can do
straight crazy, your crew never nuts, i give the b+tches brew
nitebreed theme, y’all humming to a different tune
buy my lies, ignore them all quick
they say that joyce voice be that audible chocolate
swerving like a virgin but ain’t pop a single cherry
like sh+t you hanging by a thread like a dingleberry
f+ck what you do, you are under james
your lady like choo choo trying to run a train
hilarity act serious, you more parody
merrily thrive for prosperity, cops staring me down
situation’s hairy, i inherit these k!ller traits
pad ill+strates, it’s scary ’cause (why?)
not even therapy will give you clarity
cherish these moments of life before it’s swiped and you’re buried deep
[chorus: gibby stites]
put your f+ckin’ hands in the sky one time
if you in the underground on your grind
put your f+ckin’ hands in the sky one time
if you always gotta speak what’s on your mind
put ’em up, put ’em up like
put ’em up, put ’em up, put ’em up
put ’em up, put ’em up like
put ’em up, put ’em up, put ’em up
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