[Intro] GBT, Raise your hands up, South Side Mavericks, Let me hear you cheer. [Chorus] Raise your hands up to the sky, If you’re catching the GBT vibe, Put ’em up high, flap till you fly, My rhymes inspire, my heart’s desire. Raise your hands up to the sky, If you’re catching the GBT vibe, Put ’em up high, flap till you fly, Feel that bassline shake your life. (GBT vibe) (Hands up high) (Flap till you fly) (Let me hear you cheer) [Verse 1] Can you feel what I am feeling? If not, then I’ll start revealing, Get you jumping to the ceiling, Bass thumping, shaking buildings. I’m on the batter’s plate, you’re the ones fielding, The bat that I’m wielding keeps cracking the ceiling, Smashing and bashing the trash that you’re dealing, Rhythm attacking the track with a feeling. SuAdE, Mr. C and Maelstrom Beats, With DJ Panicks, GBT, Musically you will see diversity, Lyrically our poetry reflects personality. Rhythmically displaying mystic symphonies, Twisting up the system with gifted delivery, Whenever attacking the track we’re ripping it fluently, South Side sound with a loose kind of unity. [Chorus] Raise your hands up to the sky, If you’re catching the GBT vibe, Put ’em up high, flap till you fly, My rhymes inspire, my heart’s desire. Raise your hands up to the sky, If you’re catching the GBT vibe, Put ’em up high, flap till you fly, Feel that bassline shake your life. [Verse 2] Kick in the door, start to perform, Ripping it raw, spitting galore, Skipping the pause, hitting the chords, Can you afford the beats in the store? The beats we adore from the lyrical source, We ride on the rhythm with incredible force, We’re bringing it back with a mystical course, Then splitting the track like a physical sport. When I rhyme I know my mind just flows, Every time it goes with the words I chose, My mind explodes from the code I wrote, No joke, choke-hold, rope round throats. Kinda dope when the flow gets soaked, Horror that I wrote, can you cope with the quote? If you’re keeping up with what I spit, you’re soaked, Stoked if you have, if you haven’t, my bad. I’ll be glad, not sad, but mad if you quit, GBT got the spark when we light that wick, Rhymes hit quick with the hi-hat tick, Old-school crew with a live-wire kick. [DJ Cut Hook] GBT, Caught your ear, Strike the mic, Set the atmosphere. MCs of the year, Never disappear, We’re here, can you hear? Let me hear you cheer. [Chorus] Raise your hands up to the sky, If you’re catching the GBT vibe, Put ’em up high, flap till you fly, My rhymes inspire, my heart’s desire. Raise your hands up to the sky, If you’re catching the GBT vibe, Put ’em up high, flap till you fly, Feel that bassline shake your life. [Bridge] Frustration, Can cause a man to explode, Frustration, Can make a man’s pride erode, Frustration, Can send you down a rocky road, Frustration, Can leave you with a heavy load. I’m frustrated and I hate it, Feeling wasted, devastated, If I could change it, I’d rearrange it, Fix this dilemma, make it all better. When we’re together it would be clever, If we could add a little more pleasure, Pressure gets heavy but rhythm is medicine, Back to the beat where the GBT’s stepping in. [Final Chorus] Raise your hands up to the sky, If you’re catching the GBT vibe, Put ’em up high, flap till you fly, My rhymes inspire, my heart’s desire. Raise your hands up to the sky, If you’re catching the GBT vibe, Put ’em up high, flap till you fly, Feel that bassline shake your life. (GBT vibe) (Hands up high) (Flap till you fly) (Let me hear you cheer) [Outro] Happy with what you hear? GBT caught your ear, When we strike the mic, We set the atmosphere. We’re here, can you hear? Let me hear you cheer, Cheers, now buy us a beer.
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