Hands Up (Explicit) - Prophets Of Rage

Written by：Tom Morello/Tim Commerford/Brad Wilk/Carlton Ridenhour

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Come on

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Come on

Had enough

Had enough

What the f**k

Took out the world

But they embraced the lies

Hear the songs they sing

Are you hypnotized

Can I sell you something

Let me tell you something

See I come from nothing

And my hands are calloused

While the one percent

Stay tipping' the balance

I'm a put 'em on blast

For the present and past

Put the night stick away

Keep it off my back

What the f**k

What the f**k

What the f**k

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Come on

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Come on

Had enough

Had enough

What the f**k

Past ages past world ain't gonna last

Change his self and thrive will he survive

Cyber metric hat trick

Trip on a back flip

Molotov matchsticks

Are burning Calabasas

Banksta clowns

Timmy C wrapped in a shroud

Shrapnel in a sound cloud

Body armor powwow

No if's and no what's no who's no how's

Support for crazy horse

We need you now

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Had enough had enough

What the f**k

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Come on

Had enough

Had enough

What the f**k

Hands up hands up hands up

Come on

Had enough had enough

What the f**k

Hands up hands up hands up

Come on

Had enough had enough

What the f**k

Hands up hands up hands up

Come on

Had enough had enough

What the f**k