*Singing*

Get Your Hands Up, up 2x

Get 'em up, put 'em up, put put your hands up
and bounce
Get 'em up, put 'em up, or you can nod your head
Get 'em up, put 'em up, put put your hands up
and bounce
Get 'em up, put 'em up and watch us
Kill it, kill it, DEAD


Verse 1 (Army)
This that Cemetery music. I just spew this,
this that fluid.
That embalming. Yes, I'm Army, money on cartridge
I just do this, Blow it.
Notice that I am Regime
Swag on Jason, see the green
Vegan team, no complacency
You're not fly, that's latency
Delayed heat waves, when I speak,
K-E-Double N-I-T-H seat planes
When the beat plays, seek page
Then it meet grave. Really hope he saved
Either way it'll see flames
Each day seek grace no replays
Relays. Run it all . Till it see Kay
Then it goes to Dew
Here goes the noose
My man hang it up Like 3 k's
No Dre, flow craze, till a snow day
On my wrist, but my tracks, keep em propane
Ok, just spit no bibs.
Sonning all these rappers, that's it no kids
Right Fidz? Like lidz: on top
Meth my swag, but I spit that rock
I don't miss that spot when I hate myself
So I flow like a wrist when you hate yourself,
Or doors. 4 more
I'm almost done
Jesus died so am I one?
One of chosen, Yes I is.
He beat death so yes I won
Bridge that gap, oh Yes, I did
D-E-C, that twenty fifth
This a gift.
R.I.P. to Michael jack but this is it
Mony don't Kry


Chorus (Kry)
Said we on our grind and you ain't got time
You ain't never gonna catch up man, you're out your mind
We've been doing this for years, and it ain't gon change
All we know is money shows and our private planes
Signing autographs til our hands hurt
There goes my signature on your girls shirt
Watching thousands of our fans on the line
Cause we never ever lost sight of the grind


Verse 2 (TuNe$)
I'm the best. . . What I can't say that?
Well I said it already, replay that
And I do what I want to. Unfortunate for you, like Pat
You can't say Jack
Hammer on the beats, nail in the same track
Rhythm in the sheets, flows coming ASAP
So I'm spitting in thirds, that is my word
Avoid getting curbed, and just lay back
Let me enjoy my time.
Mine so I'm a exploit my rhymes
Psycho, I'm a go, all the time
Loopy, ya'll just Goofy
I'm... Better put together, they broken action figures
Oh so you mad, I figured
Well take this rock and Kick it:
Off of bridges, in traffic.
You and these tracks can share caskets
Look at these wack little rabbits
Hop-ping on tracks, but can't get carrots
So I'm TuNe$ with a dolla sign
Super Id so I'm out a line
But out a time
I think I said enough
Yeah that's fine


Chorus (Kry)


Verse 3 (Fidzo)
Fidzo's me but I switch the name
To the best MC to have hit the game
And since I came & took hold of this rapping
Never let it go till my wrist is sprained
I was sick of rain, so my sun was born
Shining light to the darker forms
I stepped out my dorm, which is far from norm
Cause the obstacles ahead is where my heart belongs
I know deep inside the reaper hides and trys figure out my doings
With this music start a movement bigger than Martin Luther's
Bout to lose it, ya'll can off it, me, I get right into it
Black and blue it, killed it and stuffed it with embalming fluid
I'm the truest. Don't dare try to box me in, you'll get 'X'ed out
And I'm less bout that frail life
That's why I walk around with my chest out
Any wrinkles in my plans gettin pressed out
Cause it's easier to ride than get left out
My suggestion to the lesson is get with it
Or get the stepping
It's FIDZ!


Bridge (Kry)
Said we on our grind and you ain't got time
You ain't never gonna catch up, man, you out your mind
Watching thousands of our fans on the line
Cause we never ever lost sight of the grind

(TuNe$)
We aint lose it (x5)
We aint lose yet
And we aint losing


Verse 4 (Dew)
(Im Ready)
I ready to get errr done
No matter whether its fear or fun
Cause son, this is my moment
So I own it
Couldn't loan it if I wanted to
Wouldn't be something I wanna do
Whatever it is that I wanna do
Super Id.... follow through
Follow suit to the ace of spades
Shotgun to head be late for days
Got one full of led
Let dead men lay
I'm wondering what dead men say
When they're marked for death
And they run into Kay-den
You add a few more that are willing to play
Bet on the house you'd be winning today
Or end up in a ridiculous game (Slaughter)
Different plane,
Not complicated, I like it simple n plain
Sip on the plane,
Pupils dilated, still I be tripping the same
Visions of fame,
Moves motivated, like I be switching the lanes (Speeding)
Sick in the brain.
Man, didn't mention my name.


Outro (Dew)
Can't believe I forgot again
I tried to my name in one of these verses
Geez