Lyrics Baow (feat. DJ Jet & Mike L!Ve) - C.Shreve the Professor , Mike L!Ve

Hands in the sky

Hands in the sky for your mans on the rise
One more time for the fans on the side
One pure rhyme for the feet on the ground
One more time for the beat that go BAOW

MC with a free mind, I need space and I need time
Well they lookin at me and I'm lookin at them, all I know is a mean grind
We could be fine, we could be us, we could reform how we trust
We could be more, I can see it in us and it's all yours, start freein it up
In my deep core, I been heatin it up and these weak MCs, I been eatin em up
I treat a bassline like a punchline and a punching bag and I'm beatin em up
And I'm trainin (Trainin), I'm strainin (Strainin), I'm movin like I been aimin
I'm reignin on my opponents, on my targets I got a bonus
My components got me like Raymond, I'm feelin like I'm rain man
I'm changin my arrangements, I ain't changin up my game plan
I been ballin out since I found the bounce, call em out, well don't pal around
I'm all about what's on the ground so I'm on my feet and we on the sound like BAOW

Hands in the sky for your mans on the rise
One more time for the fans on the side
One pure rhyme for the feet on the ground
One more time for the beat that go BAOW, BAOW!

Aye, aye that beat that go BAOW
Aye, aye that beat that go BAOW

Hands in the sky for your mans on the rise
One more time for the fans on the side
One pure rhyme for the feet on the ground
One more time for the beat that go BAOW, BAOW!

Aye, aye that beat that go BAOW
Aye, aye that beat that go BAOW

I'm about to go BAOW
I'm finna go BAOW, BA, BA, BAOW

Come and see me in the ville word up (Word up!), I can move in any crowd (Word up)
Gotta keep in real, you know I'm better with the skill
And I ain't never need a deal word up (Word up!)
Anybody wanna battle-verse up (Verse up!)
All the ladies wanna pull they shirt up (Pull it up!)
I hit em with the rhythm, sync in with the sentence
Sicker than a kid up in the clinic that been in it for a minute
And the lyric that I spit is like the feelin of a dentist
When he drillin for the wisdom and he finally get it out
FTO to the OTF thats overtime flow for the foe that test
Get up out the way 'fore I brraow your style, your style ain't shit better lean bow down
Bada bing tao daow, better scream shout loud, y'all weak on the scene, need me right now!
Me right down heat right now, I'm shore of that, y'all sea right now
My brother we fly NC right now, my name a vein and y'all bleed right now (HHOOO)
I sever my competitors, I'm never gonna let em win
I represent the elements and every one is heaven sent
I put it in the testament and leave you with the evidence
I'm better than I ever been BAOW

See that right there is how you go in now

Bur right now we bout to show you y'all what we doin
How we've done, how we've done it, where we goin...
YO, it's like this y'all (1, 2, 3)

Ayo, we rock them crowds (AYE!) We rock them shows (AYE!)
We got it now (AYE!) We got control (AYE!)
I said now we rock them crowds (AYE!) We rock them shows (AYE!)
We got it now (AYE!) We got control (AYE!)
Know that...

FTO, you already know

Hands in the sky for your mans on the rise
One more time for the fans on the side
One pure rhyme for the feet on the ground
One more time for the beat that go BAOW, like BAOW