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​Say So

This song is by Mars Ill and appears on the album Pro*Pain (2006).

Would ya throw up your hands, throw up your hands
Would ya throw up your hands, throw up your hands
Would ya throw up your hands, throw up your hands

Ha ha ha, ha ha ha
One time

I'm extending an invitation to join hands
I remember intimidating these boy bands
My position is recognize at a distance
What a gift to twist a sentence in a B-boy stance
Outside a radio prison bubble
I wield a pick and a shovel
Forever giving 'em trouble
Leave the originals struggle
Reconstruct the puzzle
Make the bare minimums double
Motivate the common man with my brand of hustle
Shhhhh, while you were sleeping I was writing this in the style of a tiger fist
Of fury still smashing in your microchips
It's fine to listen and take a minute to stand there
But let's not be impressed with melodrama and fanfare
My skin is thick so you can't tear it open
With a dagger to my back or whatever weapon you holding
Never letting you go until it's dead done and over
You can post it on the internet, try to get you some closure
You a posterchild for wasted talent, that's the thing I hate about it
We the people's choice and you don't even make the ballot
You see the truth and you pace around it, dunny
You think you driving a car but you a crash test dummy

Welcome to the brand new game show
It goes hey yo, nobody move till I say so
Break yoself (break yoself), and add it to your payroll
Hey yo, nobody move till I say so
You in this from the eighth row for minimum pesos
Hey yo, nobody move till I say so
You feelin' this? yes, well good then imma make mo'
Hey yo, nobody move till I say so

No need for alarm
See I'm not meaning you harm
This ain't my throne I'm just keeping it warm
A lot of people, they done seen me perform
Between the weak and the strong
Inside my spirit where emceeing is bond
We gathered you here for a reason, seeing's believing
And you thinking you need to keep your hands to the ceiling
Please, nobody move and nobody get hurt, man
Don't do nothing till I tell ya 'bout it firsthand
And you can call me nothing special at a first glance
But that's the difference from a last to a first dance
I can't keep you all captive but my words can
Give me just a moment and I'll show you how it works, fam
Throw me all your attention and don't get sidetracked
Don't try to slip in any fake smiles or dime packs
Holding you hostage is a victimless crime, black
As long as I can do it with my vocals and a fly track
Mix knowledge with occasional wisecracks
And watch God hold your spirits like a wine rack
This very second is the reason why I write raps
After these messages I'll be right back

Welcome to the brand new game show
It goes hey yo, nobody move till I say so
Break yoself (break yoself), and add it to your payroll
Hey yo, nobody move till I say so
You in this from the eighth row for minimum pesos
Hey yo, nobody move till I say so
You feelin' this? yes, well good then imma make mo'
Hey yo, nobody move till I say so

City after city, great show after great show
Hey yo, nobody move till I say so
Here's another one for your prosecuters caseload
Hey yo, nobody move till I say so
A gold range rove at the end of every rainbow
Hey yo, nobody move till I say so
The answer is yes, sir; I dare you to say no
Hey yo, nobody move till I say so