Intro: Luke Worthylake
Alllright, it’s all in the hands man, it’s all in the hands
They can’t hear the hands, but they can hear the hands if you know what I mean…

Bridge: Minnesota Fats
Let me tell you a secret I can play as if I was deaf and dumb
I could play if you had a gang war in the joint, it don’t mean nothin to me
Whatever you wanna do I do it nice, and when I leave with the cash, you understand?

Verse: Luke Worthylake
Yeah, I be on my eenie minie mo shit, gotta find a focus
Yeah I do a lot, but I ain’t really bragadocious
I been told, that my motion, is rather potent
And that I craft flows, better than these assholes
Who in it for the shine - I’m movin’ like I’m Ab Soul
Never throw rocks, if you livin’ in a glass home
So i stay chuckin’, spot’s tougher than a backbone
Couple mo’ summers, I’ll be chillin’ on the rap throne!
So back to the scheduled program, wanna be a goat? Go ahead and be a goat man
I be like a shepherd so I’m steppin’ like a Bolt man
U inSain, thinkin’ you could fuck with Me on a track
That’s a wack thought, any twitter fingers gettin’ folded like a laptop
Always got, lyrical shots, I send em’ ad hoc
No free promo tho, I keep em’ under padlock and key
There’s no stoppin’ me, I’m like, top, 3
Ain’t, cocky just probably
One of the best outta Boston, at least
Cuz I got more spirit than a packie
Don’t @ me, that’s a tragedy, just waitin’ to happen
Start talkin’ shit, I’ll get straight to the smackin’
Luke Worthylake and he came with the action, straight outta Acton
Ain’t with the Madden, I don’t play bitch
You can talk shit, I don’t speak ya language
I be on park, in the streets of Cambridge
But I be on GO when it’s pen to paper
I was Joe Schmo now they catchin’ vapors, huh - now they wanna fuck with me?
Cuz a youngin’ straight stuntin’ livin’ comfortably?
With a buzz, like a bumblebee? How sweet!
Listen honey, yeah I got a little money
But until it’s big money I ain’t spendin’ shit
That’s a testament, to my tremendous penmanship
I’ll be straight cheffin’ in the freshest whips
With the elegance, of a motherfuckin’ rap star
I was dead broke, but I’m pullin’ out the black card
When i get the album dropped, that’s on Nancy
I ain’t steppin’ foot in no Camry, ever again
And fuck a Rav-4, that ain’t what I rap for
Boutta fast forward, to plaques, and mad tour dates
And more cake, i want the whole thing
Fuck a slice of the pie, my focus potent
One goal - reach my potential, that’s it
Got an old soul, I could give em’ some classics
Three times platinum, I’ll call it a hat trick
Raps I’m spittin’ like gas to match sticks!
Hah, do you get it now bitch?
Luke Worthylake, I be ready with the hits
Steady with the aim, better bet I never miss
Cuz the boy stay effortless, grindin’ like it’s ten of em’
Eddie, Freddie and ten machetes could never bury him
You could never step to me, I stay ahead of ya
You could never mess with me, I’m stayin’ messier
Oh you clever, I’m the clever-Everest!
So stay untwisted, I could run this shit
Like a publicist, keep me name in your mouth
Right now, I be feelin’ like the man of the hour
But in an hour, man I might just be the greatest around
I ain’t never break a sweat, you should throw in the towel
‘Less you wanna get next, I’ll be bringin’ the vowels
Like, Y I O U AnEthing
Go ahead and Kiss The Fucking Ring