Throw Your Hands Up

I was sitting on the island of Manhattan Or what it had been She said, "Take it easy, now, but you can't move slow With all the time you took, you could have built a shantytown boat Sailed away to sea, caught fifteen reruns on the TV screen" I was walking, slow down Falling out of love with the radio sound Throw your hands up DJ We got verbal shotgun shells You better change up your rotation You best put your hands up now, DJ C'mon DJ And I was sitting by the railroad track Kicking back And off came my shoes I had the see-saw blues And all the while coming through a ghetto blaster That music was pushing me, move faster There's a big bad wolf coming into town To blow the three little piggies off the radio dial We are calling out to you to move your bones Why don't you pick up your phone Throw your hands up DJ We got verbal shotgun shells You better change up your rotation You best put your hands up now, DJ This is a call up, this is a stick up We are calling out to you To get those oral AKs and shoot up the DJ Come on, lets go, war on the radio Throw your hands up DJ Throw your hands up DJ Do you remember when we Used to sip Olde E And talk about similarities Between animals and you and me And the KKK and the NYPD? And the FCC Hey, fuck the FCC Throw your hands up DJ We got verbal shotgun shells You better change up your rotation You best put your hands up now, DJ This is a call up, this is a stick up We're calling out to you To get those oral AKs and shoot up the DJ Come on, lets go, war