Get Your Handz Off （main）
Jin
The Rest Is History
Get Your Handz Off （main） - Jin
From the start to the finish
I'ma bark on contenders
Wanna tarnish my image
I can't promise forgiveness
See I was never like this
My mom's would never like this
And y'all was never like us
That's why y'all never liked us
See I might take your style
Flip it backmake it crack
Sell a couple mil get some stacks
Here you go now take it back
I'm spittin lines of fire
I'm in the line of fire
Designer attiremakin me a sign of desire
I just rhyme to inspireyour favorite line supplier
I run through fan's signs and landmines the size of tires
How many minds inquireI got mines and acquired
Enough props to make y'all resign and retire
Now hold onand just stomp stomp
Get your hands off me
Now hold onand just stomp stomp
Get your hands off me
This is hot as it getsyour shit's not as intense
My flow got 'em convincedthey ain't got at 'em since
My back's against the wall
So if I turn and flee and run from what's in front of me
That won't make no sense at all
This for my dons and divashaters and non-believers
They just try'na deceive us like Judas dishonored Jesus
Why you try'na critique thisdon't take kindness for weakness
Leave you behind the speakersbody minus some pieces
You got records to sellI got records to break
You will never excel against me measure the rate
I got too much at stake I just follow my fate
Annihilate and dominate and I ain't even try'na wait
Now hold onand just stomp stomp
Get your hands off me
Now hold onand just stomp stomp
Get your hands off me
While you hang outI bang out
Make moves like shots rang out
Wanna knowwhat my slang 'bout
They be like"Shut your damn mouth"
Your chances are slimmakin' advances on Jin
While youshootin' the breezeI'm dancin' with the wind
This is not yourordinary
My stylesort of varies
Slaughter youthen your crew
Cause you knowthe more the merry
You already know the outcomeso how come you doubt son
I'm goin' out by any means necessary Malcolm
Hip-hop without Jin is likeshootouts without guns
Churches without nunsbankers without funds
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Smokin' without lungscities without slums
My fans force meget your fuckin' hands off me
Now hold onand just stomp stomp
Get your hands off me
Now hold onand just stomp stomp
Get your hands off me