Many Hands

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Solo] This ain't no One Direction, this the One Day in your section Standing seven deep, shoulder to shoulder up in the session The boys band together with many hands and get clever Keep the heartland under protection Contraband in our pockets could get us done for possession That ain't really something I should mention (What you reckon?) We set it off, 'cause it's seconds to high noon Taking aim, tryna chase away the blues like a Piru Need I remind you, how me and mine do? How A. Diddy, N. Lup' and Jimmy Nice do? Raph, Kai, my boy Joyride too Shit, we been holding down the fort since high school So, consider this the arrival Driven by instincts for survival See, besides me, I've always got my pride So a little man lyin' couldn't ever be my rival And that's final... [Verse 2: Jimmy Nice] See, I remember when the broads we was with at fourteen liked Hanson Now, they smoke weed and pour lean like Hanson Rap romancin' rap Manson Rack Charles off the mirrors in your mansion, fuck it, we young and handsome Vicious cycle for the title, like Lance, when You've been living off an infinite supply of enhancements Hands north for the team that forecast their dreams Weather all the in-betweens that come from taking chances Raised off George Costanza, Kramer, Jerry, Elaines I embedded my name before these stanzas On trains ran through brains like benign cancers Big man, I Columbine your campus Gen Y know whose empire's the strongest Rise been the shortest, sure to last the longest The flyest girls be all on us, the dawn is surely upon us Living by the sword but never falling on it, got it? [Chorus: Jimmy Nice] Many hands laying blueprint plans Over benchtops, set it off (Set it off, set it off) Do you wanna take that chance? Not a gambling man But the smart money bet on us (Bet on us) Ayy, what they call that, making light work Ayy, what they call that, making light work From empty lots to heavy lit spots My whole team steady rock, then again, when have we not? [Verse 3: Nick Lupi] I'm a proud Australian; somehow, I'm alienated from Maybe the place that we're becomin' Vanity of a birthright, towing back boats With searchlights, the lurch to the right is confrontin' And we could feel it comin', so we hit the ground runnin' Cooked up a little somethin' for the kids that bump it I spit it from the summit, spit it like I was summoned My country's going backwards, sick to my stomach And it's easy to feel disheartened When it feels like home is where the heartless All I can do is make sure that the quill is sharpened Let the ink spill till I fill the margins, still we're marchin' Tryna build, tryna feel catharsis and chill Close deals over meals with my partners With many hands, you can shield the darkness Regardless, steel sharpens steel, you bastards, ill [Chorus: Jimmy Nice] Many hands laying blueprint plans Over benchtops, set it off (Set it off, set it off) Do you wanna take that chance? Not a gambling man But the smart money bet on us (Bet on us) Ayy, what they call that, making light work Ayy, what they call that, making light work From empty lots to heavy lit spots My whole team steady rock, then again, when have we not? [Verse 4: Joyride, Solo] (One Day, bitch, check me out, uh) It's the rap game Goro Seem like anything we do, the rap game follow Mad lames with bad game and lame sorrow Stay sitting in the galleries while we pop bottles (We some fuckin' role models) So here's a free lesson On how to make a livin' off a Sunday session Chillin' in the booth While she spittin' out confessions, and I'm spinnin' on the decks Ain't it funny how a few words turn into sex? Like La la la You're sitting on the bench, but we don't play La la la And if you're tryna throw shade, get the fuck out my way La la la Hear the whole crowd singing when we hit the stage, got 'em soundin' like La la la We got 'em singin' like la la la la la [Verse 5: Kai] (You know who it is, yeah!) Me and my One Day clique up in the kitchen We scheming, scheming, and I swear Last night I had this real vivid dream and the whole room Was heaving, heaving, now This is not seven dudes messing round talkin' 'bout doing something Basic, basic, nah This is for the bus rides and breakups, boy, this is a decade In the making, but I'm running out of patience, so watch me take it (Woo!) Straight out the burbs, west side of the city Where this white picket fence life got us all itchy So we hit these corners fast enough to turn ourselves to history And little missy playing games just to stay busy So this what I'ma do, put it down with the crew Yeah, that One Day before I fade away like a ombre Just wanna to make something special 'fore I'm gone But I can only see this going one way [Chorus: Jimmy Nice] Many hands laying blueprint plans Over benchtops, set it off (Set it off, set it off) Do you wanna take that chance? Not a gambling man But the smart money bet on us (Bet on us) Ayy, what they call that, making light work Ayy, what they call that, making light work From empty lots to heavy lit spots My whole team steady rock, then again, when have we not?