Kristoff Krane - Hands Up lyrics

[Mike Schank verse] What? Cringle Yo, mic-check On track like a train No pain, no gain, no rain No stains, no complain Unless you got baby tendencies Nah, I'm just f**ing with ya' If you need to (?) Do so! Who knows? Maybe I could help A little advice off the head like lice Kickin' urbs to spice up the entré Some call me Michael, some call me Dante Ey, any day anytime I make more cheddar than Vermont and Wiscounsin combined And I do it with the mind I lost my cellar-phone, can I use your spine? I make noice with my voice We're the kings of the hill and we took all your toys It's only music, it's only my life though It's only a big-a** knife and a rifle Thick skin, hard like a crab-shell Pull the knife down from Heaven, just to stab Hell I've seen a lot of love, I've seen a lot of d**h And this next one is for the ex-GF M'am, if we ever meet again don't try to reconside I hate the way you love me, it makes me wanna die You make me feel so ugly, knowing you're alive f** everything you stand for, goodbye! Alright Now that I got that off of the chest, peace I can breath again, I can believe again I'm a human being and I am flawed And I am amused when you try to play God I show my claws, show my teeth They think they got beef, but I eat them like beats Ways of the (?) Knock it out the park You're a wingless bird or a dog without a bark And I'm that little puppy spitting venom with the sharks Fly like a medal or to find you (?) dead in the park Ayo, you want some, get some I'm sad that this verse is done Because this sh**'s fun [Bridge] Uh Now pull your pants up Quit acting like a boy Boy man up! Uh Yeah, you gotta fan club And now you're panning to the camera In hand cuffs! Hands up! (x2) [Kristoff Krane verse] You're a clean slate Me I'm faulty wiring Ditch the meat plate Say hello to multi-vitamin Live for today Because tomorrow's never promised friend Lips disengaged While we sit and watch the bottle spin Pick around the scab Without obsessing on the edges You've learned how to act But lack an honest presence f**ers got the map But lack sense of direction Now the path is full of litter And the rats are on the rise Yeah You think the curse is in disguise That size matters Not in my book Or by my chapter Or by the light my eyes channel By the time we an*lyze The patterns of fireflies Will bring alive atlas Center in on a spine and remember The cause for the crime is forever Center in on a spine and remember That God lives in all of us forever For better or worse Or for- What it's worth My feathers are burned And the weather here on Earth Is changing temperature So drastically Paint a better picture of it Like it's your last masterpiece But you're never high enough When you're climbing outta love And so the dirt you cover up Becomes a diamond in the rough Perhaps Im cowardice And contradictive in my efforts When it comes to blowing whistles At such ominous endeavors You too soon will lose consciousness forever When you snooze you lose Clues once obvious now never The market is set *set* You know what they want *want* But you don't know you So you pose and you flaunt With the clothes that you've got Over the bones You lure ‘em in And convince the fish they should swim In the pond that you swim Away from the mainstream So they hop in your vessel Come up to your level And settle for the accessible Meanwhile the ice age is frozen And the higher-brained artists Are floatin' in the ocean Trying to reconnect with rain I just wanna bounce your big heads off An invisible wall And throw you in a pig pen till you get sick And finally evolve some wings [Bridge] [News reporters voice] (It's jerks like that that end up as supervisors…)