Put Your Hand Up

[Intro: Scribe]
Yeah
[?] I gotta get PNC on this
Yo, 41
[?]

[Chorus: Scribe]
Put your hands up, reach for the sky 'cause we be on fire
We flame all night, and we be the
Elite in the game, and we in it for life
Like, "Hey, we some rock stars! Bring it real live"
Put your hands up, reach for the sky 'cause we be on fire
We flame all night, and we be the
Elite in the game, and we in it for life
Like, "Hey, we some rock stars! Bring it real live"

[Post-Chorus: Scribe]
Put your hands up, put 'em up high, put your motherfuckin'
Hands up, put 'em up high, put your motherfuckin'
Hands up, put 'em up high, yeah, you're rollin' with the
Scribe MC, wanna ride with me? Then

[Verse 1: Scribe]
Put your motherfuckin' hands high, rock with me
Not many MCs around that spit it hot as me?
I shut their whole shit down, y'all ain't stoppin' me
So put your motherfuckin' hands high like a robbery
But I ain't here to wyle or take your fancy rings
I'm not a gangster, but I do do gangster things
So please, do not confuse me with your average rapper
I rock like Bon Scott and Acca-Dacca

[Chorus: Scribe]
Put your hands up, reach for the sky 'cause we be on fire
We flame all night, and we be the
Elite in the game, and we in it for life
Like, "Hey, we some rock stars! Bring it real live"
Put your hands up, reach for the sky 'cause we be on fire
We flame all night, and we be the
Elite in the game, and we in it for life
Like, "Hey, we some rock stars! Bring it real live"

[Post-Chorus: Scribe]
Put your hands up, put 'em up high, put your motherfuckin'
Hands up, put 'em up high, put your motherfuckin'
Hands up, put 'em up high, yeah, you're rollin' with the
Scribe MC, wanna ride with me?

[Verse 2: PNC]
This that [?], half-European fly human bein'
Every time you see him, partyin' like a rock star
Rappers wanna be him, I'll be in a colosseum
Sayin' put 'em where I see 'em like I'm speakin' from a cop car
Rockin' harder than these pop artists on the charts is
I'll bite their head and toss the carcass, Ozzy Os-ish
Top-notch [?] and the skill is religious
The life we lead [?] Keith Richards
And we livin', it's not just a song
Literally, I'm a motherfuckin' cluster-bomb
Don't get cussed upon, I got rhymes in a barrel
And on stage you get laid out like [?] quick
[?] Arabic
Your reign was quick lived, swift to die
But I won't be surprised if I become the martyr
So I'm in a closet with a shotgun bumpin' Nirvana, uh

[Chorus: Scribe]
Put your hands up, reach for the sky 'cause we be on fire
We flame all night, and we be the
Elite in the game, and we in it for life
Like, "Hey, we some rock stars! Bring it real live"
Put your hands up, reach for the sky 'cause we be on fire
We flame all night, and we be the
Elite in the game, and we in it for life
Like, "Hey, we some rock stars! Bring it real live"

[Post-Chorus: Scribe]
Put your hands up, put 'em up high, put your motherfuckin'
Hands up, put 'em up high, put your motherfuckin'
Hands up, put 'em up high, yeah, you're rollin' with the
Scribe MC, wanna ride with me? (Yo)

[Verse 3: Scribe]
My brain storm's meaner than Hurricane Katrina
Hear the thunderclap, crack, lightenin' strikes when I rap
It's a wrap, yo, on the rock and roll with the rap flow
But still, y'all don't know how to act [?] smack foes
And all my wack competitors, hip-hop is better for
Forevermore, keep fake MCs runnin' like Evermore
I bet you never saw another rapper do it quite the way I dos it
So if y'all really feel the music
Put your hands high, keep 'em up, turn your speakers up
My flows exposes skills, homeboy, you weak as fuck
Catch me deep in the cut, trainin' hard, fully stressed
Quest for number one, I won't accept anything less
And no, I never rest, [?] you shoulda never slept
That's why like Megadeth, you always gon' be second best
My shit's so effortless, couldn't be any fatter
Smash like Nutella, can rock as if nothing else matters

[Chorus: Scribe]
Put your hands up, reach for the sky 'cause we be on fire
We flame all night, and we be the
Elite in the game, and we in it for life
Like, "Hey, we some rock stars! Bring it real live"
Put your hands up, reach for the sky 'cause we be on fire
We flame all night, and we be the
Elite in the game, and we in it for life
Like, "Hey, we some rock stars! Bring it real live"

[Post-Chorus: Scribe]
Put your hands up, put 'em up high, put your motherfuckin'
Hands up, put 'em up high, put your motherfuckin'
Hands up, put 'em up high, yeah, you're rollin' with the
Scribe MC, wanna ride with me? Then put your hands up