Contemplating, I be hating how we coming up short
Stand up, hands up close to the skies
Lyrically, you gon’ get this picture like a Kodak
I don’t ride waves cause I’m my own tide
Fabricating on your Instagram, listen fam you a king
Yea, personally I got my bread as a crook
Still wavy Rolex on, bitch calling me cute
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
Eventually they burn us out and tell us “go somewhere”
Stand up, hands up close to the skies
Tell your favorite emcee to make a few more rhymes

But the love is too genuine and wholesome here
Wisdom lead to understanding, once you have all that
Shining, see the silver lining in the sky
Hands up, stand up, what you think we reppin’ for?
We some real muthafuckas on the rise
Mom’s chillin’ watching over me, no more cries
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
Hands up for some real niggas, when I rise, you rise
It’s deep talk or street talk
Cause information make it harder for us to follow discussions
No more tears, right now no more years
[Hook: NIKO IS]
There’s room in the bed, either at the head or the foot
[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Get the hemp paper, tear the leaf off
We planting seeds for the trees, we need to breathe on the planet
I ain’t just writing for it, I’m out here fighting for it
Under pressure but over the lies
Cause I’m twenty years plus, still killin’ it right
This Marco Polo off the Richter, man it’s 9.5
The wolves give a fuck about sheep talk
We some real muthafuckas on the rise
But faith in only evidence of things I’ve seen
Yea I got my third eye, wish I had my third ear
Bulldoze the granite at Standing Rock
Songs I sing is prophesized, modern day Haile Selassie
Then meet us on the Seven tour
When the truth is in the building all these lives gon’ die
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
You follow blind faith it make you seem unclean
Filling up court, my skin pigment new black thought
Seventh sense, I got my sixth sense in third gear
Man, get your hands up in the sky, wave ‘em from side to side
Pressure bust pipes but it still make diamonds
You won’t hear a tear drop when a young child cries
It’s war talk or it’s peace talk
We some real muthafuckas on the rise
This is Satan’s house but we plannin’ to break the lease off
We some real muthafuckas on the rise
Coke bars singing young papi
‘Bout to shake the world up on a nine-point-five
‘Bout to shake the world up on a nine-point-five
Spoke like you woke but you actin’ all sleep dog
But once I finish with the work I dip my head in a book
You start demanding justice
Know hard work, took the long route
You’re deceiving, is it racism in the sky?
I tell you this, Hip Hop ain’t as dead as it looks
Stand up, hands up close to the skies
How figuring angles, ways to knock the beast off
Telling me lies, ain’t nothing about you moving no pies
We plundered and we wonder why the planet hot
We some real muthafuckas on the rise
[Hook: NIKO IS]
Get an uncomfortable feeling every time I hear “Planet Rock”
Evidence is more than the images the cameras shot
I believe in God, but [?]
We some real muthafuckas, don’t you know that?
Indeed we really take the planet for granted
And we could throw a million protests, no one cares
Ghost, but you see some Ali in his eyes

The rich give a fuck about cheap talk

Naw, diversions to cover up the lies
You make the earth quake, shakin’ to death like fault line
[Verse 4: Styles P]
Stand up, hands up close to the skies
What he feelin’ threatened for?
Cause like my man Chaz Van, eh the vibes don’t lie
Disappointed in the leadership, hand to God
Now, who want this four-pound of knowledge I shoot?
Made in His image, are we worshipping the man or not?
‘Bout to shake the world up on a nine-point-five
Ego, the feeble will always make the stride to take the strong out

‘Bout to shake the world up on a nine-point-five
Under pressure but over the lies
That’s the best way to keep everybody blind
But educated guesses beat wild assumptions
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
Information lead to knowledge, knowledge lead to wisdom
Me and Kweli on the rise
Justice is what love look like in public
Under pressure but over the lies
But you carry yourself way too weak
Now when I talk about vibe, what I mean is organic
Under pressure but over the lies
Right now I ain’t got no more tries
Made in God’s image but tell me do God lie?

On a highway to hell, learn how to swerve fear
That’s why the light ain’t too bright but the road look clear
Learn to be peaceful, dealt my own pride
‘Cause we just get all out of character and throw some chairs
Or matter of fact, a few more times
We gon’ kill ‘em lyrically, what he bring his weapons for?
And I could do it two more times