[Lyric] Hands Up (Kristoff Krane)

[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 fucking 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-ass 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 death
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
Fuck 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 shit'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
Fuckers 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 analyze
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…)