Regular Handshake -

…Hand hug, tea cup, gangbanger

Making moves, brush off, air ball, dominator

Yank and pull, high five, giving dap, limp wrist

Tight fist, stiff-arm, triple pump

Slap it with a knuckle bump, sweaty palms

Dead fish, bone crusher, power grip

Hand-wrestle, too aggressive

Pulling on your fingertips, misfire, politician

Southpaw, got soul, risk-taker, close-shaker

And they’re never letting go

Don’t be funny or cheesy, cold, clammy or greasy;

Or try to shake hands after you use it for sneezing

Waving around as if you’re writing graffiti

Whenever you see me, keep it simple and easy

‘Cause an arm in the air’s becoming something to plan for

Shaking my hand as if it’s out on the dance floor

Like shaking a hand after you’ve met in the dark

And I just don’t understand why people make it so hard

I’m thinking when did a handshake get so fucking bizarre?

Is it me getting old or have ya’ll took it too far?

Whether delighted, too excited, polite or a snob

I’m sure you’re smooth and you’re flashy, whoever you are

Then just you know what it is whenever I come around

‘Cause shit has gotten outrageous, thanks for toning it down

I’d much rather we shake hands without any thought

Than have a misunderstanding before we could start

Hands caught or they’re tangled, is not what you aim for

Repeating a handshake is quietly painful

You’re speaking a language without making sound

And this isn’t complaining;

first impressions they count

I’m cool with shaking your hand without creating confusion

‘Cause I’ve had my fair share and never found it amusing

Don’t get it confused because I write and do music

That I’m supposed to shake hands a certain way that’ll prove it

‘Cause some people expect me to know what they’re doing

Yet they give it their own style nobody is using.

Yeah

I’ll look into the eyes of people thinking they’re Satan

With no evil in mind, just how it’s testing my patience

Deal with a world of almost nothing is sacred

As somebody who’d die so that his family makes it

I’ll take a regular handshake;

it’s nothing too fancy

Complicated, just add strength

They’re never the same way.

They change every damn place

To know where your hand goes, it’s becoming a gamble

Whenever the exchange is not on the same page

It’s ‘cause there’s insane ways of doing the same thing like:

It’s not great to visit with handshake decisions

Of cocky, thumb wrestlers boxing my fingers

Bad start, beginnings have add up and risen

From handshakes delivered like rock, paper, scissors

Yet, let’s get together more often than never

You got strange deliveries.

Ease back a little

People wanting to shake hands like swimming with dolphins

Like it happens too often, I keep coming across it

And all of this nonsense has gotten obnoxious

From coming in contact with too many options

I’m reaching exhaustion whenever it’s offered

Overeager or cautious;

people missing the target

Damn!

So many lonely roads.

I’ve grown and despite this

I’ve seen enough to let it go

In moments of crisis

With people thinking who I am is nothing I’m writing

Slitting their throat as if I know I where the knife is

I’m deeper than most, there’s no competing with dope

Shake my hand like a man!

I’m not a fan or a joke

Just because I’m not rich, I’m not defeated or broke

Yet, I’ve been smelling their breath as if they’re standing too close

I deal with fake motherfuckas telling me that I’m fake

Who do whatever they can, to say that I’m a disgrace

That’s being great motherfucka, when they’re loving to hate

You for the person you are, and not the money you make

We’ve been expecting you!

That’s how we execute

Shrinking heads, then we’re on to the next balloon

If I’m in the house then it’s gonna need an extra roof

Without a doubt, keep it coming like respect is due

We got a sound that’ll pound ‘till your neck is through

Screaming loud like you want someone to rescue you!

I’m in the fight of my life and it’s been taking its toll

Looking in the mirror like I’ve never seen you before

I’m getting dizzy.

My life is spinning out of control

Who I am or what I’ve known, it isn’t there anymore

Everything I’ve ever written, it just isn’t enough!

Rap is talking so much shit it won’t even flush

The smell has gotten so bad and been repeated enough

It’s like it’s trying to bring back «two girls and one cup»

Man!

I’m sick of the city, just like I’m sick of the burbs

I am sick of you bitches and I am sick of you nerds

Steady pointing your fingers with I’ll win in the end

Of wherever that came from, the problem is him

Come on!

Hey!

Let’s touch base to see how

Things are going, while I’d straight lace your brain

In front of any crowd.

It’s amazing what some people never figure out

Just make space.

I’ll show you what it’s all about.

Now