Throw Ya Hands Up
Lyrics and vocals by Emcee Lynx
instrumental by Keith 'Kdubbs' Williams
The UnAmerican LP, 2004

I be that quiet cat in the back wearin black
No ice, no rings, and no attempts to mack
I’m never spittin game, keepin strictly to myself
But you’d better not test if you value your health
I slide like a shadow across the stage
apparition of death, incarnation of rage
Fire on my tongue, and a mic in my palm
I strike with the force of a nuclear bomb
Total annihilation, mental devastation
Madman on a mission to eliminate nations
Borders are lines in the sand, I’m hurricane
Wash the world away when I bring the rain
creation, destruction, electrical conduction
a force of nature, it’s my natural function
an angel of death fiendin for revenge
spittin flame from San Jose straight to Stonehenge

the clubs straight sizzling, the cities burnin
my back against the wall, but the tables turnin
Learnin what it means to move with the madness
Throwin fear to the wind, sidestepin the sadness
I practice perfection, spittin introspection
Meditation, from the four directions
Calm like a bomb, ‘bout to blow the joint up
come on party people and throw ya hands up

I move like a monster, straight from Loch Ness
In the streets with a gasmask bullet-proof vest
I rest on the bones of all my ancestors
Breakbeats bumpin to move breakdancers
answers to questions your scared to ask
Leavin foes fearful of the man in the mask
I nest like killer bees, up in the rafters
Anarchist on the mic, no gods no masters
Big bad blastmaster, like KRS
And if you got beef then you’d better come test
Your skill, but really kid, I’m a vegetarian
your looking like a goldfish, swimming in aquariums
finna get drowned in the deep deep water
struggling for air when ya feel it getting hotter
you’re gonna go under, so you’d better get the picture
if you slippin for a second then the riptide ’ll get ya

I strike like a viper, bringin venomous flows
Spit assassination, packin weapons in my prose
Blacker then a panther, green like a flame
Red like the blood that flows through my veins
Louder then thunder, silent as death
Subtract all from nothing and I’m what’s left
I am void, black hole, suckin in silence
Strip away the lies to let you see the violence
In a cannibal economy, built like food chains
the rich are vampires drinkin from the veins
Of the poor and oppressed from Panama to Palestine
GMO crops, twisted like Frankenstein
sprayin out lead to soak up radiation
byproducts of the latest and greatest invasion
Of the war on the poor, now the tables are turnin’
So I’m spittin insurrection, to leave the cities burnin