[Verse 1: Sapient]
Hands on I pick it up, I’m like a soccer goalie
‘Cuz I do more than just kick it but I’m not the homie
Sick at art, cut throat at the business
I’m not like you let me show you the difference
I don’t drink from the mainstream that’s more like shit’s creek
Ripley’s Believe It Or Not, I get things
Straight indie, like Doctor Jones (Doctor Jones?)
DIY but my street team’s on patrol
We on a roll and we ain’t stoppin’ here, vamanos!
This game’s been commandeered
A militia of blacksmiths letterheads and craftsmen
We band together in thе famine
So you think you got a problem – you don’t
You might be up on trеnds but you’re not in the know
And in the Northwest (yeah) it gets awfully cold
So you uncomfortable if you ain’t up on my folks

[Chorus]
When it comes to the work we hands on (hands on)
When it comes that dirt we hands on (hands on)
When it comes to this earth we stand on
We gon’ stretch and touch every head we must, it’s hands on
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[Verse 2: Illmaculate]
Now, just imagine a grimey cat that’s fuckin’ handsome
And last word to describe me as is unattractive
I’m runnin’ rampant, and if I took a loss, shit
I just shook it off like nothin’ happened
I can’t stand it when a chick’s insecure
So if I did the same, you would see the bitch in me like I see the bitch in her
And if it’s reversed I would see the bitch in you in a skirt
Naw I’d go to prison first
‘Fore I let a man cross that line like he want’s that
Everybody talks that jive
But I’m not that guy you want it with
You trippin’ and ain’t had a hit yet like a contact high
Our product is narcotic and I promise
If I get my hands on it, leave my mark on it
Strangle holdin’ the beat, till it’s not breathin’
We not leavin’ give you the top reason
[Chorus]
When it comes to the work we hands on (hands on)
When it comes that dirt we hands on (hands on)
When it comes to this earth we stand on
We gon’ stretch and touch every head we must, it’s hands on
X2

[Verse 3: Onlyone]
How are we the same?
I put more hours on a page like there ain’t enough hours in a day
Onlyone put hands on you
Like you a podium, I stand on you
I’m not the type of cat you look at or put hands on
My gun can your whoop ass, I put that on
Hey yall, my hands stay on the grip
All day long money I make on a flip
We got Sapient and St. Johns in this
You in the sands but you ain’t on the strip
Get paid like Emilio pre-paid Helio
Big Willy tryin’ to make a milli’ yo
Shine through the Philly smoke in the video
Billy The Kid, gun shots make you tippy toe
Chips like silicone, you smell me like pissy clothes
I put on work though, but really though

[Chorus]
When it comes to the work we hands on (hands on)
When it comes that dirt we hands on (hands on)
When it comes to this earth we stand on
We gon’ stretch and touch every head we must, it’s hands on
X2