DJ Serious - Postal lyrics

[feat. Notes to Self] Serious Rage ocean Swonk donkey Bronze one Elixir Notes to Self Yo! Mic murderah Lovin' Ike Turnin' ya Its like f**in' police turnin' up We like turnin' the tides Turning the surface of the earth In circular roles Reversing the poles I'm six feet personable 'cept I work with my woes Instead of herdin' them hoes Hear of me bro? Eternally blown Rage roast wordin' the flows Almost the earliest crow I'm sayin' Up in Pangea In an land sweeter So we bam speakers I'm the band leader I'm the damn teacher Man speak up Cito Gaston Depleted amino acids And feed em legal actions I'm tying see those c-notes cashin' Money isn't sh** But stable is legit You get a buck a record If your label isn't stiff You get a penny less Or i'll label you a b**h [Chorus] Put your hands up Throw your hands up Move em right to left like a Manga If you got life left, show your anger I'm tryin' to put my block on top like Jenga Notes to self Put your hands up Throw your hands up Move em right to left like a Manga If you got fighin' left, show your anger I'm tryin' to put my block on top like Jenga Uh.. Dude, my flow is so pinnacle No prototypical Holla at your boy With that Motorolla ritual Push up your lighter or your wireless device You can fight it if you like I'm just tighter on the mic See the writer in me Mike? Pull an all nighter sh** I can't sleep, I gotta stampede this damn beat Seriously, yo, we researching audio techniques Your body will be set free don't test me This beat will make you drop your hot sauce I'm like Derek Jeter tryin' to knock your socks off Every new day the game changes That's why I gained weight Dude, i'm trying to be a main stay We make moves like a choreographer And break rules like sorry officer I can't turn it down I'mma gonna earn the crown You circus clowns [Chorus] Put your hands up Throw your hands up Move em right to left like a Manga If you got life left, show your anger I'm tryin' to put my block on top like Jenga Notes to self Put your hands up Throw your hands up Move em right to left like a Manga If you got fighin' left, show your anger I'm tryin' to put my block on top like Jenga Star travel light Weather buck right For whatever one night Then i'll buck right For on stage on tour one stage Want more don't stop until they all yell encore A concert so honest it's god's work Clockwork poppin' collars in my pink (?) shirt Y'all I'll recall before irie it's called ironic It's no wonder why I talk sh** But i'll say earmuffs if you got kids Yeah, so I reap the beat low So my people can eat where they sleep yo Assume the position If you losing us then listen It's a beautiful submission If you lose your inhibitions Let go you critics A couple of zigga zigggas I guess now we just wait [scratching] "they be thinkin' this is a hold up" "so may hands go up" "they be thinkin' this is a hold up" "so may hands go up" Notes to self "so may hands go up"