Put Em High

Yeah, you want that smoke? I'll make a lung collapse

So fuck around, I’ll hit the gas and make these dummies crash

I'm where the troubles at

With a scruffy mug and a trucker hat

Arrivin' right on cue with the lightning crash and a muzzled flash (Baow)

I struck a match soon as Scott strikin’ a chord (Yeah)

And if they wantin' a war then I'll bring it right to your door

Free of charge and without a care about what I'm fightin' it for

'Cause I'll spill your blood for the sport and then have you wipin' the floors

You’ve been warned

So, y’all better back up and drop slow

Or I'ma bring the boom like those fat fucks in Costco

I’m indisputable since I grew from a juvenile

Said I'd maneuver through and I proved it without a cubiclе

So do not fuck around or I swear to God that I'll give Raw Thoughts some nеwer numerals

Throw a studio funeral (God)

I'll write this eulogy and y’all gotta wait

As long as it takes

Record and play this song at your wake

Before I dip I'll snatch that money off the offering plate

And hit the priest for what he got in the safe

Been hungry to the point my fuckin' belt needs another notch on the waist

So gimme, gimme what you got, I'ma take

Now go ahead and[Chorus]

Put 'em high

Now touch the god damn sky

Listen here, don't nobody gotta die

Better go and put 'em high

Pullin' up and let it fly

Get to runnin' for your motherfuckin' lives

Better go and put 'em high

'Cause it ain't safe outside, no-no

There ain't nowhere you can hide

Better go and put 'em high

Now touch the god damn sky

Stick 'em up, give me everything you got

Go ahead and put 'em high

You don't want to be a hero tonight

High Noon, I'm in a saloon spiffy (Yeah)

Quick draw, put them hands up like two fifty

I'm too witty and sick with no sign of immunity

Like I'm fresh up out the bio-lab in Racoon City (Rah)

An evil resident, off the chain, I remained a mystery

Made myself a name and in time I made me some history

Through it all became what the game and the fame did to me

So now I load this chamber while takin' aim at the industry (Baow)

So when you see the trigger finger on my hand movin'

Someone 'bout to catch a stray like Yosemite Sam's shootin' (Yeah)

Buckle down, fuck around, flood the fuckin' markets

And bury competition 'til I'm runnin' out of targets

I'll go and grab a shovel from the Target

And turn your favorite mainstream rapper to an underground artist (Yup)

I'm tellin' you we not in the same

Lyrical weight class, so hang back and acknowledge the claim

I'm like a shot to your brain

A clot in your vein

While I plot on the grave plot for your fossil remains

Either that or give me the watch, your wallet and chain

And every dollar that you got to your name

Now go ahead and[Chorus]

Put 'em high

Now touch the god damn sky

Listen here, don't nobody gotta die

Better go and put 'em high

Pullin' up and let it fly

Get to runnin' for your motherfuckin' lives

Better go and put 'em high

'Cause it ain't safe outside, no-no

There ain't nowhere you can hide

Better go and put 'em high

Now touch the god damn sky

Stick 'em up, give me everything you got

Go ahead and put 'em high

You don't want to be a hero tonight