[Intro Narrator] We know now that in the early years of the twentieth century this world was being watched closely by intelligences greater than mans and yet as mortal as his own [Hook] Hands up and heads down now Hands up and heads down now Hands up and heads down now Hands up and heads down [Verse 1] If the money makes the man Than the mans what makes me It makes mouth bitter but boy that shits tasty See we dont talk about the places it takes me Cause it makes the public nervous Every time that they face me Misplace me Put me with the RB Give me an AE documentary starring me Cause it aint hard to see Im the next big thing Ill be made getting paid rocking suede next spring Love me like a fling Hate me when they play this I got sounds only found outside of the Matrix I got that 8 bit State to state shit Humans eat it up While the rappers going ape shit But no worries On Hakuna Matata I got a lot of Grenada armada yada yada Its hand over fist Over the bone under the meat Bear with me Hold X to enter the gunners seat [Bridge] [Narrator] We know now that as human beings busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinized and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinize the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. With infinite complacence people went to and fro over the earth about their little affairs, serene in the assurance of their dominion over this small spinning fragment of solar driftwood man has inherited out of the dark mystery of Time and Space [Stoop Kidd] Sit. Stand. Watch. Repeat Place. Light. Run. Repeat Bleach. White. Wash. Repeat Turn on. Tune in. Drop Out. Repeat [Verse 2] So what to do Once again I find myself torn Between getting famous and watching amateur porn What you mean? You dont have the balls that it takes? Rather wallow while Bangbros swallows up your mistakes? Nah, I thought about it homie this is different This aint just the fire burning, bitch this is it for it Look nobody gives a shit. Homie Ive been living it Nowadays everybody whos anybodys into it But you dont like to think about the old times Left behind tumbling down the gold mine Ghetto superstar, you living on top? Then whys your name still locked out at the pawn shop Strapped like bondage Broken like the Amish On some Im gonna get this money honey I promise Honest Im gonna make alive the new dead now Thats a rap What was it that I said now [Hook] Hands up and heads down now Hands up and heads down now Hands up and heads down now Hands up and heads down
hand, head, yada, repeat, narrator