Rise Up Lyrics - Adrian Younge

Back on the grind, Molotov bottles and pipe bombs 

There's war on the streets like Vietnam 

Bodies is flung, enemies hung, capos is killed 

Kidnap your family and wives with no guilt 

No lines drawn, It's all out war for domination 

Robbing safes in safe houses, no leaving traces 

Destruction, Black mafiosos and militants 

It's all for the king of New York and they killing it 

Crime wave, rioting, streets flooded with blood 

Bullet holes through tuxedos, wet suit skirts up 

Big Kahuna with the cajones, come through with your homies 

Shoot the Ruger where your dome is, while you in your chones 

Then regroup up with my homies, less they can't run a crew 

Split the loot up with the chromies, in a room with a view 

Watch the corners, they on us, laying low with the clues 

Guzzle cash, that's the walls of how to wait, got a few 

I don't get out much, I'm in the cut with my crew 

A clan of vicious guerrillas, banana clips aimed at you 

Itchy fingers, malicious killers, valicious my troop 

Come to pillage your village, level your root to the stoop 

Trigonometry, honestly, nigga, I'm a G 

Follow these streets scholarly, all would I do for this loot 

Figure courage be piling the change upon us 

To slaughter it, yeah, it's heartless, I've gotta get deadbeat loose 

The Luger's rain, man, ain't nothing but purp bitch 

That's the cane clan, they ain't nothing to fuck with 

My tools say blam, change man to chump bits 

Fools gonna lay in the Hudson or some ditch 

Rolling slow with a gangster lean 

Pimped out in the Coupe de ville '72 

Lock and load on patrol, lotta hoes on the stroll 

Give me street 411 like whoop-de-whoop 

Where's the cane man? How many nights I live by this dupe? 

Names change like slang, still be aiming to shoot 

Call it pop-pop poacher and note the .45 will rise up 

Message worth it's weight in gold, he a beast 

When God made his son, he broke the mold 

Crushing De Lucas, they tryna dismember cane, silly game 

Watch his downfall, put an end to it 

Street laws, gangsters pulling murders and drive-bys 

New York city, flood the streets with cyanide, poison 

The boys in blue don't want none of it 

Watching cane ride the power, and I'm loving it