Written by Omar Dyer, voiced by TheFanNJ; Artist known as Da Viper, Album: Open Mic Stopped & Frisked Soundtrack
Chorus
For my peoples across the way, I'm the myth and I say stand up. For my underground artist searching for fame. I'm Da Viper and I say Sand Up. Stand Up and spit your flame, if you love Hip-Hop. For my people's that's blood in and blood out I'm an OG and I say Stand Up. For my C-walkers wanting peace on that blue: Stand Up
Verse 1
This is a straight call out, for my people's around the way coast to coast who love hip-hop each and everyday. I'm straight calling you out, without a doubt. Cuz Imma show you what real hip-hop is all about. If you repping New York, put da guns down. hands up, stand up and spit some bars; freestyles, battle scars on top of cars. Since Hip-Hop is under attack, I'm Da Viper Imma show you where rapping is at. If you repping Cali, put the gin down, guns down, hands up, and stand up. Pull out the slacks with the cuffs and a crease ti spits some bars, battle scars, on the porch before dark. If you repping Detroit, or anywhere in the central, put your mask down, guns down, hands up and Stand Up. Head to over to the chicken shack, crack a beat on the table, spit a few bars, Freestyle battle scars over a game of cards. And if you repping Atlanta or anywhere south, get your whose out, beats out, put your guns down hands up, and stand up. Spit a few bars, freestyle at the players clubs, get some chicken and buss a nut. This is hip-hop Imma show where we at cuz hip-hop is under attack. And I'm Da Viper
Chorus
For my peoples across the way, I'm the myth and I say stand up. For my underground artist searching for fame. I'm Da Viper and I say Sand Up. Stand Up and spit your flame, if you love Hip-Hop. For my people's that's blood in and blood out I'm an OG and I say Stand Up. For my C-walkers wanting peace on that blue: Stand Up
Verse 2
I've been tossing and turning, spinning in my sleep. Wondering what has happen to the art that allow many of us to eat. Is it the fame or fortune, the sex, money and lifestyle; hip-hop brings. Or is it that we are getting old and allowed these outsiders to roam. I can care less about your money, how much you hold, what titles you own, don't you know I own your soul. From the tip to the top, the fan base you though you had don't exist, when you diss hip-hop the audience will attack. I've been battling, been rattling, been saddling emcee on the spot boy. From Eminem, to Big L, and the Entire State Property I've been freestyling on the drop boy. Been underground, never left just chilling in the cut boy. Ghostwriting for free cuz I loves the art boy. Don't you ever down grade me without paying homage boy. Didn't you know don't you ever call out the greatest without tasting my venom. Straighten up, spit hard core bars, Spit hard core lines, Spit hard core minds, stop singing on this tracks, talking about chicks that got you sprung out boy, chicks you done sprung out boy, chick that got you sprung out boy. If this is the draft day, you would be left out the first round boy, left out the first round BOY
Chorus
For my peoples across the way, I'm the myth and I say stand up. For my underground artist searching for fame. I'm Da Viper and I say Sand Up. Stand Up and spit your flame, if you love Hip-Hop. For my people's that's blood in and blood out I'm an OG and I say Stand Up. For my C-walkers wanting peace on that blue: Stand Up
