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Jesse Andrew Strouse
Jesse Andrew Strouse
Songwriter
Dave Lee Blankenship
Dave Lee Blankenship
Songwriter

Lyrics

Never could I endeavor The ties that I would sever When I picked up this mic and started this endeavor No, I've severed the heads of all competitors Katana in my hand is the mic and my plan Come on fist up in there air has always been the plan Fist up in the air has always been the plan It ain't about the clique, its the movement fam' Raise your middle fingers up and yell fuck the man We earning cents while they flossing bands Fuck the system and fuck their mission Fist up in the air has always been the vision Fist up in the air has always been the vision They say that money is the root of all evil It's true I see the greed inside of mans eyes and I know that its equal We never asked for a sequel we only get one time To ride this rollercoaster so fist up in the sky If you don't stand for something then you'll fall for anything So we standing tall for some man things Fuck the FBI And fuck the CIA Fuck Homeland Security And fuck the NSA Put your fist up if you'll no longer play Put your fist up if you'll no longer play Yeah I've been playing the game and I've been rolling the dice And every time that I roll them man Its always snake eyes And I can no longer take there lies And I won't pipe down until the pain subsides And until they dry Every single eye My fist gone stay held up high Yeah with my fist held high Yeah I'm still representing The dirt bags of America you know we still living But I'm a proud American Doing what I got to do Supporting that Red White and that mother fucking blue We're not anti-American We're anti-government We starving in these streets And they on some whole other shit The IRS got the chrome at my dome Uncle Sam don't pay rent but he sure lives in my home So put your fist up so I'm not alone But your fist up so I'm not alone They got the red dot pointed at my dome for killing they zone A product of speaking out of turn They told me to eat what I earn But I could gives a fuck about it until they put me in the urn Now I got the Kevlar vest on Ready to take the best on But y'all gonna have to wait till the next song Yeah y'all gonna have to wait till the next song So put your fist up where they fucking belong But your fist up where they fucking belong
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