Raise Your Hand (Vexxatu Vexx Tribute)

Twenty twenty is fucked up Said the cleaning lady from my block And I cannot agree with her more Specially when I know She's working her ass off From dusk to dawn You say that's how life be That's pretty sad That's what she's been doing Since she was a younger cat Her man is retired She's trying to keep her children in school Grownups, but they don't see her anymore Her nightmare will only be over for when She'll have the satisfaction of life That piece of land About six square feet and six feet deep Which afterlife, no-one really can escape I'm asking, is it good to live an existence Without any essence, spiritual things for instance When I'm at the pearly gates, maybe its all great Maybe the rewards of after life won't be late The God, The Universe and The Higher Power Welcomes you with greeting cards and a bunch of flowers And doesn't really matter if your religious or not At least you'll be cautious about the metempsychosis Now raise a hand for the cleaning lady from my block Now put it down cause no one really gives a fuck If there is no life after death We're on the wrong path and the situation is sad Wouldn't it be better, if you didn't really give a fuck Like money, bitches, turn down for what? Huh I got you where I want you and you probably noticed A few filler lines, a bit of compromise But with the mumble rap on the rise Does it even matter, that I make dope rhymes, cause Even a hoe who's good at what she does Has to like the d, not only the cash, just because Instead of twerking in the clubs out of boredom She be better lookin to get into a college program Similar to your hiphop and how you faking it And if you don't enjoying this music shit Then why you make it? and if you compromise And don't know what the fuck you're doing You're like a drunk whore, who's stuck outside of the building After a full night of doing it, thinking she's slick Got sick and didn't even make a profit Now raise a hand, at least a finger for the drunk whore Now put it down, cause it's not useful anymore All of ya, let me tell you a story back in the day About this rich kid that lived around my way He wasn't like the rest of us He party all night Always drinking Crystal Smoking Marlboro Lights Summer at the beach Winter at ski and in between Greece, Italy, mainly Europe, know what I mean But besides that he always thought he was slick He had all of that without fucking anyone else's shit But one day his parents fell victims Horrible accident, now their business was sinking And all of that money was fucking gone, you see Cause it was discovered that they got it all illegally mate And guess who fell victim to this terrible fate In fact, these terrible streets, who swallow the bait Innocents without their vaccines With antibiotics anti-fate, nah mean Now I want everybody to Raise a hand for the rich kid from the block And just put it down Cause no one really gave a fuck about that kid, man The 4th topic I'm gonna talk about It's me, Gasha, complex human being, no doubt I'm making jokes on these verses on serious issues, like yo But if you didn't pay attention, you don't know And you don't even have the slightest clue About how much I do, and how much I think about it too The life on Earth, but especially the life under Meaning life after death, but also "Under Ground" music as a genre Lyrical texts I delivered, one after another First of all man, read between the lines, use your mind Because I've been doing this shit for quite sometime Actually it goes like this, out of two factual rhymes I give you three subliminals I don't give a fuck about material matters Peace to all my weed smoking mother fuckers Peace to all them bastards, who played them suckers Especially the ones who thinking they above us Peace to all the side chicks who satisfy Some for cash, others for free, like you and I Peace to all my peoples, the ones before me And the ones the who will take over the kingdom An old saying from a buddy of mine It's either you got your dick inside Or your soul in the sky and that's why Biting someone's style its a sin But if you do it man, be at peace from within But in hip-hop, you can't do it like Mister Bean To compromise yourself, always go above the rim Don't even try to steal a line that's nice From this sublime, universal soul slice, recognize Raise a hand for my man Vexxatu' Vexx The technical MC, the lyrical genius Raise a hand for my man Dj Sleek And another hand, for the grace of the band Of which creation we can all enjoy in the end And if you understood And if you think that's something you can do Then raise one for yourselves too