Throw Your Hands Up chords by Crown City Rockers

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Holy high raps,
hold your horoscopes
I'm comin' through,
droppin' brand new like Macy's
Brace these ear drums,
dynamic numeral number one
Barely begun, soul controller,
witness like Jehovah my speech
Whackness is deep,
like groupie freaks,
damn we ain't not your sneakers
Scream at you till you're
scared straight
Destroying disbelievers
with the fever of my raps locomotive
you or you go trying to beat you cross the tracks
no no no never you test with sharp photo
never get knocked off the frame
like a dog in flash photo a solo
I'm rocking with some of the best
yet against the quad effects
live your life in regret
shine light like the sun dark like
the back of your neck
kick a hole in the speaker
pull the plug then I check manila envelope
full of dope and verbal form
been stained more pads than all girls
college dorms fly like winds
Beyond your wildest dreams,
do all those battles like Prince Hakeem
THROW YOUR HANDS UP!
Feel that b -boy love,
you don't need no reason to do
it but just be calm
THROW YOUR HANDS UP!
Rock the spot, nod to this,
feel the bliss,
giving you more of what you missed
THROW YOUR HANDS UP!
Like back in the past,
without the bang bang chickens
and the stacks of cash
THROW YOUR HANDS UP!
If this is getting you high,
forget about your problems,
put your fists in the sky
I touched home,
just throw shit off the scrapbook,
microphone control freak
Bless the bow, take a 24 line
Tracks double intense, vertical angle
Dynamic depth, strangle beat,
program infunctional
You only have potential, dreamer
I bounce the hip hop on concrete
Intricate, absorbent, stress bit
The broke, the rich
I walk with the illest kingdom
up on the scene
Ringing out the system like
a love supreme
Listen to my demo,
muscle loosening
Producing it, they gotta beat it,
next reducing it
Use your headphones, we got it like that
You want it like that, taking it back
and all that I'm strapped with it,
he's back when I spit it
The soundchamber bites the whole
stereo claimer
Woodstock promoter,
lovely word floater
Electric cars, most outer space zoner
The extra most shots
shining off your radar
Fuckers
Throw your hands up
Feel that b -boy love
You don't need no reason to do it
but just to come
Throw your hands up
Spot to spot, nod to this
Feel the bliss,
giving you all what you miss
Throw your hands up
Like back in the past
Without the bang bang chickens
and the stacks of cash
Throw your hands up
If this is getting you high
Forget about your problems,
put your fist in the sky
I'm on that old free love,
dappin' a hug, a thug I am not
But yo, you might get rocked,
I'm at the party with the ladies
While you slappin' your cock,
yo, it's hip -hop
Whether you want it or not, mission
All other crews must diminish
Cause I'ma rip it nicely
from beginning to finish
I was poppin' eyes with
the without the spinach
But y 'all fucked up,
Roxbury will replenish
Shake that ass, dance bogo
Hittin' the spot with the M
double dot logo
Flows is nasty, crafty creations
that I'm placing on beat for the tasting
It's amazing and so hype,
walk in life, my example
Ample tactics will smack
you with the sample
Champion -ish that you could
never handle
Channel a thought,
straight from the heart,
brother it's my art
Don't make me blow you apart,
I'm the one shining
while you was left in the dark
Ayo if you deafer than most
watch your ass get got
Throw your hands up,
feel that beat boy love
You don't need no reason to do it
but just because
THROW YOUR HANDS UP
Rock the spot, nod to this
Feel the bliss,
giving you more of what you missed
THROW YOUR HANDS UP
Like back in the past,
without the bang bang chickens
and the snacks you catch
THROW YOUR HANDS UP
If this is getting you high,
forget about your problems,
put your fists in the sky
Relaxing, release the demons,
fly through the air, screaming
Juking, are you against?
Verbal sweat large, sonic slap dance,
rotate the plate and
Did y 'all peep the sacred exorcism?
God's in orbit, magnetic mysticism
Whirlwind from the outer
inner city prism
Rockin' distorted eclectic
tribal rhythms
Spongehead absorbed this
committee's vision
You on a mission, and we dishin'
Other extra, sensory perception
Besides perfection, the whole squad
V8, Moselle, Icaro, and Sean Amard
Kick slate strong, crosstown barman
Home ahead, nautic, it ain't no secret
This how we be,
movin' through the sequence
So keep it, time to give it gold
Kings of the court, running rebel
High energy level, expert of the sport
I am Port Dotto, traveler based S .H.
Defining things in life up in
your face to taste
Throw your hands up,
feel that b -boy love
You don't need no reason
to do it but just because
Throw your hands up,
spot to spot, nod to this
Feel the bliss,
giving you more of what you missed
Throw your hands up,
like back in the past
Without the bang bang chickens
and the stacks of cash
Throw your hands up,
if this is getting you high
Forget about your problems,
put your fists in the sky!