...Hand hug, teacup, gangbanger, making moves, brush off, air ball, dominator,
Yank and pull, high five, giving dap, limp wrist, tight fist, stiff-arm, triple pump,
Slap it with a knuckle bump, sweaty palms, dead fish, bone crusher, power grip,
Hand-wrestle, too aggressive, pulling on your fingertips, misfire, politician,
Southpaw, got soul, risk-taker, close-shaker and they're never letting go.
Don't be funny or cheesy, cold, clammy or greasy;
Or try to shake hands after you use it for sneezing.
Waving around as if you're writing graffiti.
Whenever you see me, keep it simple and easy
'Cause an arm in the air's becoming something to plan for
Shaking my hand as if it's out on the dance floor,
Like shaking a hand after you've met in the dark
And I just don't understand why people make it so hard.
I'm thinking when did a handshake get so fucking bizarre?
Is it me getting old or have ya'll took it too far?
Whether delighted, too excited, polite or a snob,
I'm sure you're smooth and you're flashy, whoever you are.
Then just you know what it is whenever I come around
'Cause shit has gotten outrageous, thanks for toning it down.
I'd much rather we shake hands without any of thought,
Then have a misunderstanding before we could start.
Hands caught or they're tangled, is not what you aim for.
Repeating a handshake is quietly painful.
You're speaking a language without making sound
And this isn't complaining; first impressions they count.
I'm cool with shaking your hand without creating confusion
'Cause I've had my fair share and never found it amusing.
Don't get it confused because I write and do music,
That I'm supposed to shake hands a certain way that'll prove it.
'Cause some people expect me to know what they're doing,
Yet they give it their own style nobody is using.
Yeah, I'll look into the eyes of people thinking they're Satan,
With no evil in mind, just how it's testing my patience.
Deal with a world of almost nothing is sacred
As somebody who'd die so that his family makes it.
I'll take a regular handshake; it's nothing too fancy, complicated, just add strength.
They're never the same way. They change every damn place.
To know where your hand goes, it's becoming a gamble.
Whenever the exchange is not on the same page,
It's 'cause there's insane ways of doing the same thing like:
Hand hug, teacup, gangbanger, making moves, brush off, air ball, dominator,
Yank and pull, high five, giving dap, limp wrist, tight fist, stiff arm, triple pump,
Slap it with a knuckle bump, sweaty palms, dead fish, bone crusher, power grip,
Hand-wrestle, too aggressive, pulling on your finger tips, misfire, politician,
Southpaw, got soul, risk-taker, close shaker and they're never letting go.
It's not great to visit with handshake decisions
Of cocky, thumb wrestlers boxing my fingers
Bad start, beginnings have add up and risen
From handshakes delivered like rock, paper, scissors
Yet let's get together more often than never
You got strange deliveries. Ease back a little.
People wanting to shake hands like swimming with dolphins
Like it happens too often, I keep coming across it.
And all of this nonsense has gotten obnoxious,
From coming in contact with too many options.
I'm reaching exhaustion whenever it's offered.
Overeager or cautious; people missing the target.
Damn! So many lonely roads. I've grown and despite this,
I've seen enough to let it go in moments of crisis.
With people thinking who I am is nothing I'm writing.
Slitting their throat as if I know I where the knife is.
I'm deeper than most, there's no competing with dope.
Shake my hand like a man! I'm not a fan or a joke.
Just because I'm not rich, I'm not defeated or broke.
Yet, I've been smelling their breath as if they're standing too close.
I deal with fake motherfuckas telling me that I'm fake.
Who do whatever they can, to say that I'm a disgrace.
That's being great motherfucka, when they're loving to hate
You for the person you are, and not the money you make.
We've been expecting you! That's how we execute.
Shrinking heads, then we're on to the next balloon.
If I'm in the house then it's gonna need an extra roof.
Without a doubt, keep it coming like respect is due.
We got a sound that'll pound 'till your neck is through.
Screaming loud like you want someone to rescue you!
I'm in the fight of my life and it's been taking its toll.
Looking in the mirror like I've never seen you before.
I'm getting dizzy. My life is spinning out of control.
Who I am or what I've known, it isn't there anymore.
Everything I've ever written, it just isn't enough!
Rap is talking so much shit it won't even flush
The smell has gotten so bad and been repeated enough,
It's like it's trying to bring back "two girls and one cup"
Man! I'm sick of the city, just like I'm sick of the burbs.
I am sick of you bitches and I am sick of you nerds,
Steady pointing your fingers with I'll win in the end,
Of wherever that came from, the problem is him.
Come on! Hey! Let's touch base to see how things are going, while
I'd straight lace your brain in front of any crowd.
It's amazing what some people never figure out.
Just make space. I'll show you what it's all about. Now,
I'll take a regular handshake; it's nothing too fancy, complicated, just add strength.
They're never the same way. They change every damn place.
To know where your hand goes, it's becoming a gamble.
Whenever the exchange is not on the same page,
It's 'cause there's insane ways of doing the same thing like:
Hand hug, teacup, gangbanger, making moves, brush off, air ball, dominator,
Yank and pull, high five, giving dap, limp wrist, tight fist, stiff arm, triple pump,
Slap it with a knuckle bump, sweaty palms, dead fish, bone crusher, power grip,
Hand-wrestle, too aggressive, pulling on your finger tips, misfire, politician,
Southpaw, got soul, risk-taker, close shaker and they're never letting go.