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Hands in the Air

Da Brat

Unrestricted

2000

spittin

(chorus)
Throw yo hands in the air like you dont care
This fo niggas and bitches everywhere
Forever you playas playas flash on em, get cash

Aww shit you know what the
Ahhh
Chrissa on the beat
I'm feeling like Bakugo
Namsayin this that Namiwear shit, Plus Ultra
Plus Ultra when I'm in it,

The Adventures of Greggery Peccary

Frank Zappa

Studio Tan

swifty's we all know-ow-ow
You'll go
For any gimmick or gizmo!

Wouldn't you rather be involved
In a series of colorful
Time-wastinc trends?

Air hockey . .

and purify me, come and sanctify me
You the air that I breathe, the ultra-ultralight beam
Bought a gift to Northie, all she want was Nikes
This is not about

that's me on misconduct
(On misconduct)
I move low, they ain't used to the clan
They froze up
Five niggas couldn't fuck with the man
(They froze, fuck with

in debt, y'all
Soft as a giga-pet, you niggas can't see me
Unless you watchin' the TV or
Ultra huggin' my silhouette
My flow got the ceiling wet
I spit

Haha, haha, hahaha
They can't f*** wit you cloutmoe
Ill get a nigga lit just like air pods
I'll come and choke you out like I'm Draymond

I'll threw

ultra-lows
I've got a low pro stance when I'm feeling exposed
What I know is when I'm there and I'm lacking the will
It's like I'm getting dead air and I've

Get at Me

Ras Kass

Rasassination

1998

you wild like a texturizer
Burn like the ultra-perm, toss it up like a geyser
Sosa, kosher, nostra, like keyser
And got a thing for rehabilitating

needle point in this pin cushion family
Hot dam at the NY resin
I soaked the bad air, the smoke we sold
Wild style, child’s smile like a moby cobra
Low key

un ultra-Monégasque
Abandonnez-moi j'connais pas
C'est pas maintenant l'pot départ
Leurs faux débats de fils de pute
J'leur pisse dessus comme Robert K

actions are brutal
The outcome for you is certain to be crucial 
Young Spike Lee, ho im shooting a movie 
I lay low an switch up, go lay in a groupie. 
Big

come and sanctify me
You the air that I breathe
The ultra-ultralight beam
Brought a gift to Northie
All she want was Nikes
This is not about me, God is

Soul Survivor

Pete Rock

Soul Survivor, Vol. 1

1998

falling victim to the lie
Keep a sharp eye there's a steady supply of hate in the air
To them cats who stare the ice grill with the glare
But everything is

So what, he wasn't worth shit in the end?
You've been through worse and there's only more to all of this than
Chasing highs as you come down low
It's

see, where body taps out and your heart beats
You can't Breath! A cry bystanders won't lead, it's a 847 call it a George peek
That Ultra Instinct you

an my gun went eloped
Serving drugs threw the window
Got to get them gone Pull up like a Pharmacy
I been on the low lately
I know you miss me girl got

stylists
My bitch got that glow her melanin ultra violet
Royal Air Forces what you know about fly shit
I'm the best I guess a nigga is biased
But everything

everywhere. How're gonna pass?
Stay low, sneak fast, or they'll get your ass!
What? No, you kidding me? We don't need to run!
I think you forget we have

it's getting kinda heavy
Its gettting it's getting it's getting kinda heavy
Two of the Illest Unknown we fitted for the throne
Ultra black Off-White

on the floor trying
To get some clean wind
Nigga that's beam mouth, beam arm, beam skin
You know a nigga clean when the bullets
Running through the air so fast

Rock to It

Shad

When This Is Over

2006

The fakes keep fronting but I just don't care
Wearin' forces is the only time I put on airs
I spit a hard-hittin' verse, when I'm spittin' it hurts
I never