The Art Of The Handshake

(Golden Era Records

In conjunction with Hilltop Hoods

Proudly presents

The Art Of The Handshake)

I used to wake up, bathroom, face wash, cartoons

My toots far too smart to start to

Talk to this awful swine where the score to

Settle with the world the only crime is that I bought you

Walk to the train it was covered from the floor to

Ceiling in graff and stickers and bad notes

So sick I can't afford to, life of the payroll

Lie rolled up made my eyes and my (brain roll)

Headphones wrapped like a vine around my Kangol

Walk like a Bengal Tiger when the train rolled

And the train rolled, and the train rolled, and the train rolled on

Then I was stopped by these two cops who got mad rude

I'm like 'what" there's not a whole lot you can do then

(A wop bop a wo bop a lop bam boom)

Next up, what ya got the whole damn crew

So I grabbed them by the wrist and

Switched to a grip, thumbs flipped

And we clicked and we finished with a fist bump

This chump tried to get cute with me and diss us

About my handshake I said ("man what?")

There used to be a time like way before this song when

All the handshakes were like twenty seconds long

And they just went, and they just went

And they just went, and they just went

On, used to be a time like way before this song when

All the handshakes were like twenty seconds long

And they just went, and they just went

And they just went, and they just went on

(The handshake is thought to have developed as a gesture to demonstrate that neither party at an encounter is carrying a weapon or poses a threat

Over hundreds of years this simple act has developed into a sometimes complex ritual

And a way to convey status

Mutual affiliations or just plain respect)

I used to wake on a Saturday play in the matinee

Game get faded on the train down to Adelaide

Headphones playing looking at the fresh painted walls

Rakim saying "we're about to get paid in full"

A man entered, cap and black sweater

Jacks get all up on a fella that act clever

Train tracks looking graffed with back to back letters

But we came to rap and that was back when

A DJ would supply the wax, stage had a liner mat

Place full of write in a Raiders or a Giants cap

Casing with minors at the crates, hard, of bar by the beak

Any time and hit the stage and freestyle attack

Walk in like I'm possessed by the beatniks

Clean kicks full of more heart than a Phoenix

Move right away 'til my crew's at the stage

Nothing new just this groove how we do night and day

Bring it back, no high five shit is wak

We bringing that old sucka side finger snap

Fist poke stop 'em lock just don't stop the rock

With the way handshake body rock

There used to be a time like way before this song when

All the handshakes were like twenty seconds long

And they just went, and they just went

And they just went, and they just went on

Used to be a time like way before this song when

All the handshakes were like twenty seconds long

And they just went, and they just went

And they just went, and they just, went on

(Not all cultures consider a firm handshake as a sign of respect

In fact a grip that's too tight can often be considered as offensive

Scientists at the university of Manchester, taking into account twelve different variables

Developed a mathematical formula for the handshake to which people would be the most receptive)

There used to be a time like way before this song

When the DJ could put put the record right (on),put the record right (on)

Put the record right (on), put the record right, put the record right

There used to be a time like way before this song

When the DJ could put put the record right (on,) put the record right (on)

Put the record right (on), put the record right (on), put the record right (just keep on bringing it)