Alive

Lyrics

Chorus: Hands up (hands up) hands high (hands high), wave them side to side, if hip hop's alive Hands up (hands up) hands high (hands high), wave them side to side, if hip hop's alive Hands up (hands up) hands high (hands high), wave them side to side, if hip hop's alive Hands up (hands up) hands high (hands high), wave them side to side, if hip hop's alive Verse 1: It's funny how they don't sweat the technique They don't know who wrote the quote but test me My flow is hardcore; neglect the obliques, never! My side hustle strong; won't get weak So my music is made to make interests piqued Giving good mythical mornings; no Rhett Link Cause I'm so unusual told I'm unique With legends hidden in my temple til sold no free speech But my freedom to press records...well press record To leave you less than bored, impress the norm And gets the extraordinary, very stressed to form More hits to best my score Whatever direction I pick and roll with I'm throwing your guard off like a low kick And if you're not focused, you'll for sure whiff And I'll punish til your soul lift My caliber made the FGC say "Yo, clip that" No click clack with gats, but twitch chat Mention Fortnite and get pimp slapped by Slickback But say the whole thing Or get kicked in yo chest we ain't playing no games No shame in it Your odds against me rocky, fella; no dame in it How I'm clowning on your posse; insane with it They tell me snitches don't fly unlike playing Quidditch But I'm on a killing spree and I ain't finished Cause with each bar or measure, I'm leaving burrowed treasure Like everything I bodied is in a sarcophagus Though it's preposterous that what's expelled from my esophagus Is the basis of the love from the four corners of the world and that accomplishment Put me on top like a pyramid scheme With legions of fans; you ever hear a myriad scream? I promise that for a week you won't be hearing a thing So I won't hear your babbling til you get serious streams, now Chorus: Hands up (hands up) hands high (hands high), wave them side to side, if hip hop's alive Hands up (hands up) hands high (hands high), wave them side to side, if hip hop's alive Hands up (hands up) hands high (hands high), wave them side to side, if hip hop's alive Hands up (hands up) hands high (hands high), wave them side to side, if hip hop's alive Verse 2: I'm a junkie for syllables, similes Synchronicity in synergy With the syntax of a symphony It's simply soothing even as a soliloquy Cause in my solitude the servitude Of my songs tend to center me My shibboleth, Huzzah, is a celebration of it Each subject I'm touching is judged with My with tongue and where to budge it Since the placement in statements Change its taken meaning, revealing My genius or leaving a feeling Of dumbstruck or punch drunk Like spiked Koolaid... You can blame it on the alcohol Why he's breaking down the wall Moshing through each pub he crawls Oh yeah, punchlines that you cherry pick For your merriment while my train of thought's a locomotive Wonder where he went Long as I never run of steam I'm highly esteemed in the indie game like Gaben from Steam But repping my Threes for half of my life it's confirmed Cause I've been Fiyablasta before Usher was letting it burn And I'm a HE; get the pronoun right Unless you're talking about the song, I'll slow down aight Just hit me up I'm checking my DMs Awaiting your confessions like your girl and your BM Oh, it's evident I'm the excrement But it's best if it's said as expletive Will the rest get it if I suggested it? I guess the plebs will flip, because I jest and never slip Investing in stickers that parents spec and skip Clean spitting until your boy is into oxymorons Catch me in my B-boy stance; that's just crossing forearms Silly flows; ridiculous! Millions know arithmetic But can't equate to what I add to hip hop and can't mimic it There's no replacement even as an unknown factor Although they try to compare me to some well known rappers Logically it'd be childish to limit my tech to others Cause I write my life experience relating to you then utter Chorus: Hands up (hands up) hands high (hands high), wave them side to side, if hip hop's alive Hands up (hands up) hands high (hands high), wave them side to side, if hip hop's alive Hands up (hands up) hands high (hands high), wave them side to side, if hip hop's alive Hands up (hands up) hands high (hands high), wave them side to side, if hip hop's alive Outro: Yeah, it's Fiya B and the B is for better than you I'm shredding your crew, like cheddar not bleu Cheese louise, yours is imaginary like friends at Foster's A bunch of impostors, but I rock like lobsters I'll be 52 and still fiending for new beats to chew Cause that's just what emcees do Rapping for days for clapping and praise After crashing your stage And at that age, still have them amazed