“Throw Ya Hands!” (prod. M-Phazes, written by John Public)

Throw ya hands in the air, and wave ‘em like ya just don’t care
Just clap ya hands to the beatbox, just clap ya hands to the beatbox
Just throw ya hands in the air, and wave ‘em like ya just don’t care


From the depths of the sea, back to the block –
A little bit of the bounce for the tic and the toc –
(cough) Mic check, one two and it’s on –
The boy on fire, I transform (Johnny Storm!) –
Went from intern to journalist, manager –
To spittin iller than these muhfuckas on my camera –
The label knew I was murderin mics –
Now they artists is scared I’ma murder they hype –
It’s like yeaaahhhh, act like you know, sing along –
‘Fore I stomp ya block n scoop ya girl like King Kong –
Rock ya showcase A-B-C –
Thinking you be illin like you DMC – (who am I?)
John Public, and I’m all that –
So trust me, let yaself go and fall back –
Cuz when the beat get to bangin and the people get to screamin I’ma be the one with the mic, nuts swinging like Yo!


Throw ya hands in the air, and wave ‘em like ya just don’t care
Just clap ya hands to the beatbox, just clap ya hands to the beatbox
Just throw ya hands in the air, and wave ‘em like ya just don’t care


Ok…I got the backbeat bumpin –
Whole place shakin like crack fiends humpin –
Peep the scheme out killa, now how it feel, uh –
When I melt-ya-ice-to-cream quicka? –
Money mean and greener, I’m so illa –
Billfold look swole like stuffed tortillas – (COUSIN)
You ain’t know I came came def on cassette decks? –
Talk blogs put me on to collect checks? –
FUCK YA’LL – I got here my own two –
Kicked in the door, waved in the metaphors –
That incredible impeccable cerebral Kneival
Muhfucka you ain’t touchin me this lethal –
...My shit for these hip-hop heads –
...While you got ‘em wonderin if hip-hop dead –
Long live the sickness when I’m on the mic spittin –
Tape like AIDS boy, it stay in ya system... get it?


Throw ya hands in the air, and wave ‘em like ya just don’t care
Just clap ya hands to the beatbox, just clap ya hands to the beatbox
Just throw ya hands in the air, and wave ‘em like ya just don’t care


I gotta – kick a flow so ya’ll could know I live large n in charge like Charles was a sumo so –
Peep out the manuscript and handle it –
All the honey’s gonna dance to this (it don’t stop!) – Phazes…
Let the beat drop as the speaks pop and honey’s hips smashin on my jock –
Veteran game, yo, rookie relax –
John’s dick like catnip the way the pussy react –
…Uh, throw your hands if tryin to have fun –
Make noise if the beat got ya mind goin numb – EYYYY
Don’t hold her hand stupid –
This is boom bap, it ain’t slow jam music –
Bump it high, or turn it off quick –
Tryin to reminisce the last time the task force flipped –
So do like me and right now and take it low -
And bring it up on 1, 2, 3, 4!


Throw ya hands in the air, and wave ‘em like ya just don’t care
Just clap ya hands to the beatbox, just clap ya hands to the beatbox
Just throw ya hands in the air, and wave ‘em like ya just don’t care