Buddha Monk - Raise Your Hands Lyrics

[Chorus: Politic]
I'm raise my hand for the people to see
I'm a always love the hood, cause the hood loves me
Block to block, building to building, city to street
I'm a always love the hood, cause the hood loves me
I, raise my hand for the people to see
I'm a always love the hood, cause the hood loves me
I, take it to trial, let 'em set you free
Under oath, I pledge my allegiance to the street

[Politic:]
I power, follow the rules and laws of the block
And never talk to the cops, even avoiding the box
And I vow, to hold the spot down, even through long trials
I skip the green mile, wearing a smile
And I promise, to always acknowledge, all those involved with
My quest to be the best in this class of audio phonics
And I guarantee, it'll be me, passenger seat of the V
When you cruising the streets, chasing for green
And I confess, I'll always have a shoulder to rest
Your head on, when things seem wrong in the mess
And I can see, if you ever test my ability
To kill a beat, then you gon' learn a lesson indeed
Cause ya'll can't stop 'em, he's chart topping
Politic, waves in a season, like when the top spit
Flow with a twist, got a stroll with a limp
Got hoes and I don't pimp, if you ain't know, I'm the shit

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[Politic:]
I'm Captain Hood nigga, specialize in giving bitches good figures
Play the cut, rolling up skunk, catching the hood picture
Highly sought after, as a mack and a rapper
The one most cats don't wanna lay they flow after
Not your average, charasmatic rapper on a power trip
Hollerin' how I light up the block with icey cables
It's a hood thing, not big wheels and wood grain
Fresh Timbs, jeans, fitted hats and on a hood lean
Hood treat, braids with a hood sheet
Fresh line, doo-rag, get a hood breeze
I'm a hood prototype, get dough and flow right
I bag hoes, fresh to the toe, that's what I like

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[Politic:]
Yo, I done been around the hood, since the hood been around
I vow never to talk, even during a trial
I pledge, I always hold niggas walking the ledge
I swore, I never beef niggas over no whore
And I give my part, yo, I ain't try'nna bag
I'm trynna show love, that most thugs, that smoke and rap
See, I done seen niggas wind up in the coffin for leaking
Corporate secrets, all acts of treason
Losing they grip, loose lips, sink ships, that's why
Walk with a limp, play the cut, and flip
I don't even act like the mack type, I just rap right
Spit flow, get dough, pimp hoes, and that's life
Cause honey's, they be hawking, but I don't trip
I just, brush 'em off, and hop back in the whip
This for the wave caps, fresh Timbs and Gray's hats
White tee's, rolling up trees, hop in the hay sack

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