Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hands Up, artist - Lecrae. Album song Church Clothes 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.11.2013
Record label: Reach
Song language: English
Hands Up |
| They say the places we venture a Christian shouldn’t dare |
| Homie, that ain’t holiness, it’s fear, you scared |
| Homie, I swear, I won’t sin by osmosis |
| Nope, I got a blood bought prognosis |
| From the age when shoulder blades held ghetto blaster |
| No such thing as Christian rap, but rappers who believe |
| Stand your ground, pound the mic consistent with the truth you speak |
| You could watch the gospel stand on its own two feet |
| Really ain’t that unique, y’all just never seen it |
| Unlike the elephants we won’t let you ignore |
| Like arenas full of white kids all singing along |
| Make convos in the green room filled with awkward pauses |
| Don’t think I don’t know em, when they don’t trust and it’s all love |
| We just came to provide y’all the soundtrack of life |
| Like around here a life’s like sounds from the mic, right |
| Every creed and color with their 116 tats |
| More humble rapper-tees all with their hands up |
| Understand before Grammys and stellas it was bars from the cellar |
| That soar higher than cellular |
| Less net worth, can’t tell you my net worth |
| I ain’t got a clue, low dough was never fuel to choose the type of tool we using |
| Just who and when, we could better prepare you to make amends with the Savior |
| Destroy your turntables, say |
| And you ain’t got to understand, just hands up |
| And if you from the West that’s W’s up, it’s all love |
| You and I know we both can’t afford to ignore, hands up |
| East to the west, y’all, hands up |
| L.A. to the Bay, y’all, hands up |
| Hands up, everybody everybody, just hands up |
| Hands up |
| Shout out to my man, Propaganda, from the mighty mighty Humble Beast |
| My name is Lecrae, I represent Reach, 116, unashamed believers |
| Ayo, dial the seven digits, call a chemist |
| I compound underground sounds with pronouns so pronounce |
| Our name right, rappers who take a stand, B-Boy |
| Pop the lock on minds of these slaves until they free, boy |
| Mischievous soul who don’t get it, so we spit it |
| Where the smoke is blowing loud and the crowds are looking frigid |
| It’s cold on the road, so the bars got to be hot |
| Christians want the message, but the world want to be shot |
| So I give ‘em both until they choke but truthfully |
| If one side say you dope, the other think that you a joke |
| Let me clear my throat as I provoke you with these quotes |
| I got a Grammy in the closet, but I trade it for the hope of the people |
| ‘Cause these days evil |
| If you ain’t seen Jesus, you don’t want to see the sequel |
| People holla 116, ‘cause they know we represent |
| Something bigger than the dollars and the cents |
| Still it don’t make sense that I rock with killers in dark tents |
| Drinking liquor ‘til they thinking of speaking in past tense |
| And it’s past tense with pastors and past friends |
| Who don’t understand the mission in some of my actions |
| Get your hands up |
| And you ain’t got to understand, just hands up |
| And if you from the West that’s W’s up, it’s all love |
| You and I know we both can’t afford to ignore, hands up |
| East to the west, y’all, hands up |
| L.A. to the Bay, y’all, hands up |
| Hands up, everybody everybody, just hands up |
| Hands up |