Your Hands - JJ Heller

Clap your hands Put your hands together Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands This is for thousands of people who came A show from road to road, you're entertained I don't even have to say my name 'Cause when the place is ripped in half, I'm to blame Masses of posses packed up schemin' Ladies, lovely and keep on screamin' Go, Rakim, go Rakim, go It won't be long, then it's on with the show I'm late, so hit the brakes and park the Benzito Double oh seven, incognito Sneak in the back door, lookin' for the stage When I get o,n you react in a rage People from side to side and front to back Won't dance, if the MC's wack The crowd go psycho even if I don't move Some like the groove 'cause I'm so smooth Then somethin happens, feet start tappin' You can't hold back when Rakim's rappin' The man you've been waitin for, rougher than ever Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands I create 'em, take 'em, shake 'em, then make em clap to this Most of you rappers, can't even rap to this I made it faster, you tried to master Syncopated styles, words flowin after Measures of metaphor definitions of more than one Take it both ways, I'll be here when you're done Remember as the rhyme goes on it's rougher Soon as I stop, you had enough of Followin' footsteps, you better turn back soon Sucker MC's suck rhymes like vacuums The style remains the same, the words is changed Bitten, rewritten, recited, and rearranged Sing along if your tongue is strong, it gets sore Sing when I'm gone and it'll break your jaw Wisdom flows so swift, I'm Asiatic Is it a gift, or automatic? Static, I don't cling I got a tip of my own, and I don't sing Don't understand, here's an example And why MC's and DJ's sample 'Cause we don't have a band, it's just my voice and his hands That's what hip-hop was, it still stands The records we use are from mom's and pop's collection Find a break from a dope selection And go to the store, then buy one more So my DJ can mix cause that's what his hands are for Years later, hip-hop got contracts The chance to put actual facts on wax A mind's the coach, the physical form's the team The top's the destination, I'm the cream And still I rise with somethin pumpin and somethin clever Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your, clap your Clap em, clap em Clap your hands Now who's the man with the masterplan? With stacks of verbal attacks so clap your hands Rhyme written in graffiti xeroxed on blueprints Students influenced are now a nuisance You couldn't fight it, you had to clap to this You got excited, you almost snapped your wrist The rhymes was written for the crowd's enjoyment When I'm with this you can't toy with The def jam juicer rough rhyme producer Loads of lyrics get you loose, then looser The man so smooth and world so rough Eric is throwin', and sewin', rippin', restitchin' the cuts Microphone your majesty, no one's bad as me Seems the tragedy, Rakim had to be Thinkin' of some def view of a video Visions are vicious, and I'll let the city know Whoever's frontin they know, nothin to say though So lay low, musical forms are kickin' like Kato Don't get near it, hard as you ever hear it I know it's fearified, but don't fear it And try to predict which rhyme you can kick You're quick to pick your best, for the mic is lit Instead of goin with the flow like you're supposed to go And enjoy the show and yo, put your hands together Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Put your hands together Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands

(Hey, hey) She had her eyes on the prize as the girl next door You grow up quick when you grow up poor It's the only way to LA that she knows The Hollywood pose, teeth, tits, and toes Didn't take her long to leave the boulevard So many five-star friends with black credit cards She'd try anything once 'cause anything goes It never comes easy when you're diggin' for gold (Hey, hey) Well, she ain't no Cinderella when she's gettin' undressed 'Cause she rocks it like the naughty, wicked witch of the west Far too pretty to be givin' it cheap That's why she's makin' six figures, workin' three days a week Yeah, she'd even break a promise in the promised land She didn't make it this far by just shakin' hands She'll shake her moneymaker twice as hard as anyone can She didn't make it this far by just shakin' hands (Hey, hey) I doubt she'd even let the devil buy her little black book City Hall would probably fall if anyone got a look Every A-list player is a favorite friend Says they all taste the same in the back of the Benz Her congressman would call her every once in a while Got the schoolgirl skirt on the top of the pile She's done everyone once and everyone knows You gotta get a little dirty when you're diggin' for gold (Hey, hey) Well, she ain't no Cinderella when she's gettin' undressed 'Cause she rocks it like the naughty, wicked witch of the west Far too pretty to be givin' it cheap That's why she's makin' six figures, workin' three days a week Yeah, she'd even break a promise in the promised land She didn't make it this far by just shakin' hands She'll shake her moneymaker twice as hard as anyone can She didn't make it this far by just shakin' hands Someone spilled the beans and now her name's in the press Tough to keep it all a secret when you're one of the best The judge is goin' easy 'cause he paid for her chest Yeah, he loves his little, naughty, wicked witch of the west Far too pretty to be givin' it cheap That's why she's makin' six figures, workin' three days a week Yeah, she'd even break a promise in the promised land She didn't make it this far by just shakin' hands She'll shake her moneymaker twice as hard as anyone can She didn't make it this far by just shakin' hands She'll shake her moneymaker twice as hard as anyone can She didn't make it this far by just shakin' hands

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour