The Stick Up

Aight, its a stick up

Put cha hands up

You, put cha fuckin hands up

Put cha hands up I'm 'slug infinite', he's 'no idea'

Please refrain from screamin' this evenin'

Even though it might ease the pain your receivin'

When I squeeze that brain

Mayday mayday

They say its the quiet ones you gotta look out for

Dont cha kno

Pushin big words through a little hole with leave your mouth tore

'till the kids learn

Turnin' around and puttin' their head down

And saving um from burnin' in my circles eternally

Infernal, purple clouds pour acid rain and it drowns your perception of a classic

That's the same classic that has 300 parts and there all on MTV

When I see that video and all those different versions

I'm turnin' off the TV when it starts

I feel nauseous cuz its awful rotten old coast

Blah flow, dumb sound somehow got him dope

How is it you feel as if you can afford to ignore the visit

Come and catch a glimpse of persistence

The momentum builds and the allied forces get stronger

The breathing lasts longer beyond the patterns of you

The team designated to replace the jaded emotions of all these here player haters

Brainwashed in this ocean

The new devotion is the same as the old one

Lyrical bliss

Lyricist

Tryin' to get up in every city like twist

Wait, wait, wait

Break me down to a science

Bitch, save your energy

One part stress, one part Jacob

One part destiny

And Im here, and those that knew me

Knew I would be

Overcast was a buzz, big ups to those that took me

Now look me in the eye and tell me y'all ain't high

Cuz I believe there needs to be some fists in the sky

Put your hand up bitch

You too, put your hand up bitch