Hands Up (Grant Mohrman Outta Control Remix)

[Verse 1: Ryu]

Yo... takin' the game back, point blank, aim gats

We both dope from the same cocaine sack

Laugh with no pain, never go glitzy

Pop thug, my necklace dangle my M-60 (Uh!)

Outta control now, half of the globe

Raps and wreaks of wackness, cover your nose

So take your weeks of practice

Back, you freakin' flow in a geeky accent, "Callin' all freaks!"

That's what you get, get got it? Good

Yo Cheap, we got a smash hit, knock on wood

That's it, put your hands up (Uh!) They can't stand us

Dig a big pit the size of the Grand Canyon

Push 'em over the cliff, you nutty as squirrel shit

Thinkin' you're so sick, but I carry the cure, bitch

Lots of sleep, plenty of pills and blow

Now who want it with the S.O.B.? Let's go!

[Chorus: Ryu]

Stand up! C'mon, and if ya like it say ("Uhhh...")

Ya like it, say ("Well...")

Ya love it, say ("Yeahhh")

So get up! And if it's hype, say ("Uh!")

Ryu and Tak, what's up now? We outta control!

Hands up! C'mon, and if ya like it, say ("Ha!")

Ya like it, say ("Whoa")

Ya love it, say ("Awwwesome!")

So get up! And if it's hype, say ("Oh my God!")

Ryu and Tak, what's up now? We outta control!

[Verse 2: Tak]

Yo... wakin' up early, goin' to work is a joke

So deep, with no sleep, it hurts when you're dope

So I, picked up a pen and squirt a couple of quotes

While I dream and hurdle over your hoax

Blowin' steam like, it's all murder, incite the right words to

Fight, I might serve ya mic, and vice-versa

Spillin' my ink on a piece of paper

Slowly I sink, I think I'm a freak of nature

So I, step it up now, outta control, about to explode

I'm in the house, countin' my dough

Bounce and I roll, pick up a half ounce of the 'dro, psyche

You don't even smoke punk, you're stuck in the strobelight

Back to the beginning, with scar tissue and celibate thoughts

I'm in the dark with artificial intelligence

Never before seen, it's the untold legacy

Rippin' it, tearin' the mics up, stash the weaponry

[Chorus]

Stand up! C'mon, and if ya like it say ("Ahhh")

Ya like it, say ("Uh!")

Ya love it, say ("Yeahhh")

So get up! And if it's hype, say ("Well...")

Ryu and Tak, what's up now? We outta control!

Hands up! C'mon, and if ya like it, say ("Yeahhh")

Ya like it, say ("Ahhh")

Ya love it, say ("Ummm")

So get up! And if it's hype, say ("Oh!")

Ryu and Tak, what's up now? We outta control!

[Verse 3: Ryu]

Yo... I still fade 'em, rep L.A.

West up 'till death, but I'm a New York native

818 rock outta control, we so fresh, you know

No one except us, runs the west coast

You're best to, mind your biz and stay useless

I'ma take a swing at your brain and Babe Ruth it

Ruthless gangsta, definition of sick

Is Ryu and Tak together, we the weapon and clip

[Verse 4: Tak]

Yo... pop it and cork it, a wild horse

I like the way it flows, mix a little with Style Warz

Cabernet and Merlot, I'm sayin' it's got me, swingin' fo' sho

Speakin'...language in prose so my name'll get known

It's like... makin' a record, you gotta chase it or catch it

I keep spittin' this image with no escapin' the method

While I'm sittin' on the wall in between two women

And I can't even decide, I'm in the pool swimmin' like...

[Chorus]

Stand up! C'mon, and if ya like it say ("Yeah")

Ya like it, say ("Umm...")

Ya love it, say ("Eeep")

So get up! And if it's hype, say ("Uh!")

Ryu and Tak, what's up now? We outta control!

Hands up! C'mon, and if ya like it, say ("Oooh")

Ya like it, say ("Okay then")

Ya love it, say ("Umm...")

So get up! And if it's hype, say ("Ahhh!")

Ryu and Tak, what's up now? We outta control!

[Outro: Ryu]

Yo... Cheapshot's always outta control, uh!

Vin Skully, gettin' outta control

You know my man double-O gettin' outta control, uh!

Lexicon, always outta control, yeah!

4-Zone's always outta control

And ya know Trev Dog gettin' outta control, uh!

Sandman, gettin' outta control

Ya know Spytech Records always outta control, uh!

And that's it... 2003, S.O.B... uh!

"That... was... awwwesome! Hahahaha... that sucks."