Lyrics Static Shock (feat. St Domonick) - Parris Chariz feat. St. Domonick

I raise my right hand to the Lord
Lemme pray up keep my young boul off the block
Keep yo head up watch the opps (yeah)
Let the wave sound make the static shock
I raise my right hand to the God
Lost a cousin lemme pray up for the block
I keep my head up watch the opps (yeah)
Waver ride up when I make the static shock (yeah)
Let me mix this sauce with the seasoning
I ask the block whatchu believing in
If this ain't whatchu want, it's whatchu needed then
We all grab, just watch what bag you reaching in
Don't know no new rapper that got the flow with the season
I cross my T when I rap, this like the model for Jesus
New tools out of the shed light when I pen wraps
My soul glow when I flip switch in my gift bag
My presence is wanted, the wave can't catch a new brake
I got new wins in my safe
I change the code every week
You can't catch me I been surfing
CD changer drinking water
DVD is taping my future
Devil passing out rumors
Leather smooth as her shoulders
I'm running towards that cougar
All these rappers no artist
They get the beat just keep talking
I'm flowing faucets of verses
It's never ending I'm working
The faith is meaner in person
And you just seeing the surface
I raise my right hand to the Lord
Lemme pray up keep my young boul off the block
Keep yo head up watch the opps (yeah)
Let the wave sound make the static shock
I raise my right hand to the God
Lost a cousin lemme pray up for the block
I keep my head up watch the opps (yeah)
Wavers ride up when I make the static shock (yeah)
All of my dreams are lucid
Riding round listening to Boosie
Had to hit P, like you stupid
Cause the beat kick like kyuken
In the street getting ruthless
If they want beef go to Ruth Chris
Ride for my tribe like I'm Q tip (ay)
Think it's time to hit 'em with the new tip (ay)
These boys lying like Luscious
Open up my mind with the loosie (hey)
Feeling like shrine with the blueprint (yuh)
The be like Dom what's the movement (hey)
I be like, man I'm just chillin
Amen sweatpants mind on a million (hey)
What you said? Can't hear me
My bad, really can't talk with a grill in
Put sauce on my sentences
I got the Light and it's infinite
Can't mess with him he a Benedict
Boy you ain't gang where your membership
Feel like Mark Twain with the penmanship
Only got one goal in life
To make sure my youngins aright (ay)
I manifest what I write
I got some homies in the morgue
They the only reason why I haven't stopped (ay)
They keep me going even more
I hit the stage, Dreads swing like static shock (vuelo)
I raise my right hand to the Lord
Lemme pray up keep my young soul off the block
Keep yo head up watch the opps (yeah)
Let the wave sound make the static shock
I raise my right hand to the God
Lost a cousin lemme pray up for the block
I keep my head up watch the opps (yeah)
Wavers ride up when I make the static shock (yeah)
"What we need to do is we need to keep
Everything in our neighborhood, everything, black
Black owned with black money,
Just like the Jews, the Italians, the Mexicans, and the Koreans do
I know every time you turn on the TV that's what you see:
Black people [yeah] selling the rock [right],
Pushing the rock [yeah], pushing the rock, yeah I know
But that wasn't a problem as long as it was here.
Wasn't a problem until it was in Iowa,
And it showed up on Wall Street
Where there are hardly any black people."