Lyrics
THROW ‘EM UP!
Verse 1:
You tell me you’re hip-hop, man, I don’t doubt you,
But I’ve seen rappers and there’s something about you,
It’s not clout; you know I can’t follow this track,
Throw ‘em up and bounce with me as we bridge the gap,
You need to put your mask behind you and let your hands ride,
A hundred-eighty degrees up from each side,
Waving ‘em high from the west to the east side,
Doing it right for the best on the beats side,
Arms in the air so your hand’s in the ceiling fan,
Check my vibe, couldn’t have planned this feeling, damn!
Ran off my feet, recruiting rhythm like Uncle Sam,
Made my sphere of influence into a prism, man,
Who the hell said that I should be a role model?
Too much time on mics or holding a bottle,
Music thumping up through your speakers in the grotto,
So if you love hip-hop, you better check my motto:
Hook:
If you running sky high and you feeling the vibe,
THROW EM UP! [Throw em up]
THROW EM UP! [Throw em up]
If you dressed real fly and you ready to ride,
THROW EM UP! [Throw em up]
THROW EM UP! [Throw em up]
If you down with the mood and you feeling the groove,
THROW EM UP! [Throw em up]
THROW EM UP! [Throw em up]
If you lovin’ the dude who can make you move,
THROW EM UP! [Throw em up]
THROW EM UP! [Throw em up]
Verse 2:
Now keep those arms straight like they’re mummified,
Feel the bass vibrate like gods collide,
This track dedicated to the funky life,
We show no fear, keep it crunk tonight,
Nobody dares to mess with the once-in-a-lifetime,
Emcee who still throws his enemies a lifeline,
Any given day, or any given night-time,
The industry could wake up to realise the right time,
This is the flyin’ damn rhyme in Brisbine,
These are the highest hands out of a Concord,
Lift your arms, let your armpits shine,
I know you wanna see the kid be kickin it onboard,
…Now let’s drop this thing…
…Let’s lift this thing…
…Let’s kick this thing…
Like a lil rapper been dissin things…
Hook
Verse 3:
Now touch those toes like they’re made of platinum,
Hold up those flows cos I’m after platinum,
What a damn shame this won’t go platinum,
What a damn relief that this track is happenin,
I’ve been rappin ‘em sweet, Mr T-P-freak,
Mr can’t afford a Benz but he’s got the receipt,
Mr sounds so fly that people wanna repeat,
Mr I get by on sly tricks and cheats,
Now wait a second – never drop your hands,
Atmosphere like a hold-up with a change of plans,
The tension builds and we’ve got the advance,
I’ve got kicks so strong they put you into a trance,
So dance; enjoy it while you can,
Everything good needs a chance to end,
Everybody should let their universe expand,
It’s Sayonara after one last chant:
Hook
