Hands High

... Can I bust a rhyme?

I'm a rapper, not your average, I come from another kind.

The way I drop it, they wanna go use the john, number 2

See the signs of turning water to wine

I took a trip to kenya, then I saw the maasai

I took a trip s.a. - I was chillin' with lions

Think I'm lyin'? Check my twitter time line

And you'll find it chillin' around some time - november twenty-nine - my savior came, put his hands where they eyes

Couldn't see - with a touch he could heal the blind

Then he's coming back like a spine, I'm seein' lies

The enemy tryin' to sell me, I tell him I'm not buyin' it.

And when I do, I be whylin',

Not puttin' christ in the center like andrew bynum

Denyin' him, but now I'm relyin' on him

My mom was the kind that despised violence

I swear I needed asylums

From ny to milan I be stylin' on 'em

Og baxter, harder than margarito's

Hands wrapped in plaster - hold up let me ask ya

Ask ya, who you chasin' after?

The God that he rap about or just the rapper?

That's some whack stuff like callin' whoever you

Podcast your "pastor".

Growin' pains feel better after, but while you

Goin' through it it's like "how long it gunna last fer?"

But if you wasn't chastised then I'd ask ya,

Are you a legitimate child of the master?

You want that? I think not

Now get them hands high, let me see you rock!

They put they hands in the sky

Be (insert space) careful who you worship when

You wave em (at) a+ concerts

They wave em from side to side, but please (don't) ain't get it twisted!

I wanna be in it but not of it

When the record starts spinnin' the feelin' it starts comin'

Rememberin' the days of my sin and even loved it

But now I think about what I did and I feel disgusted

This busta rhymes record that I'm bustin'

Is a testament to what the father did when

I trusted him

Don't you hear how, everything is changin' now?

The snares, the kicks, even my lifestyle

It don't sound... Aike... anything I started with

That's transform - metaphor in the art of it

Hip-hop is the culture I am a part of it

But I answer to the one that's in charge of it

If I offended you brother, I hope you pardon it

The mission is to reach em where they are - that's heart of it

God takes what the devil intended for evil

Use it for the good of those he calls his people

If he redeemed you and your heart that's deceitful

Then he can do it to a beat too!

N we could have beef on the methods

As long us we agree to reach peeps w the message

That he redeems people with beats

I'm free from the sentence of death that I was

In debt with I'm tellin' em