Many Hands lyrics

[Verse 1: Solo]
This ain't no One Direction, this the One Day in your section
Standing seven deep, shoulder to shoulder up in the session
The boys band together with many hands and get clever
Keep the heartland under protection
Contraband in our pockets could get us done for possession
But that ain't really something I should mention (What you reckon?)
We set it off, cause it's seconds to high noon
Taking aim, trying to chase away the blues like a Piru
Need I remind you, how me and mine do?
How A. Diddy, N. Loop and Jimmy Nice do?
Raph, Kai, my boy Joyride too
sh*t, we been holding down the fort since high school
So, consider this the arrival, driven by instincts for survival
See besides, me, I've always got my pride
So a little man lying couldn't ever be my rival
And that's final...

[Verse 2: Jimmy Nice]
See I remember when the girls we we were with at fourteen like Hanson
Now they smoke weed and pour lean like Hanson
Rap romancin' rap Manson, rack Charles off the mirrors in your mansion
f*ck it, we young and handsome
Vicious cycle for the title like Lance when
You've been living an infinite supply of enhancements
Hands north for the team that forecast their dreams
Weather all the in-betweens that come form taking chances
Raised off George Costanza, Kramer, Jerry, Elaines
I embedded my name before these stanzas
On trains ran through brains like benign cancers
Big man I Columbine you campus, gen Y know whose empire's strongest
Rise between the shortest, sure to last the longest
The flyest girls be all on us, the dawn is surely upon us
Living by the sword but never falling on it, got it?