Hands In The Air
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"(VERSE 1) Get your hands in the air, up, up in the air.

Hands In The Air

"(VERSE 1)

Get your hands in the air, up, up in the air.

We rise to the top, and we don't use the stair.

No, we don't use the stair. Vertical is unfair,

like Jordan's, unfair. So we share, we share.

This flight we share, so we all can fly.

We got swagger to spare, we light up the night.

And we puff, and we pop, and beam into the skies.

Our spaceships drop, like low-riders, they rise.

We don't accelerate. We materialize,

visualize our minds to another dimension.

And we don't draw attention for the sake of ovation.

But we do grow plantations, crops with no limitations.

To break up the stagnation, to prevent mind starvation,

we use information as crop irrigation.

With labor and patience, not with hateful vengeance,

we grow revelations that will answer all questions.

(CHORUS)

If you know how to move through the wind, at night,

and you know how to keep shades on, when bright,

keep your grind on the ground, but dream, right now.

Keep your faith in the found and reach, right now.

Raise your hands up, up in the air, right now.

Raise your hands up, up in the air, right now.

Raise your hands up, up in the air, right now.

Raise your hands up, up in the air, right now.

(VERSE 2)

Don't need to explain, just need to flex our wing span.

We are air clan, and we soar through clouds of doubts.

We do not stand in front of motionless crowds,

'cause we can always raise the roof of any house.

We arouse senses that are all universal.

Light and sound, we create a portal

to a place and time where greatness is immortal.

It's important to understand where we come from.

Streets, so potent, that our swag is burned on.

From birth, we're wanted. By hell, our block run.

But we spawned our chains like Spawn,

to make sure we see the dawn, to make sure we feel the sun.

Like barbed wires of our desires, faded dreams have ripped through wires.

From our mics into the speakers, our words became the seekers,

seekers of the glory times, seekers of more twisted rhymes.

Rhymes that climb from dimes to $ing$. Shine that's signed, defines our kinds.

(CHORUS)"

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