Hands Up lyrics

[Verse: Mike Schank]

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)

[Verse: Kristoff Krane]

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]

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)

[News reporters voice]

(It’s jerks like that that end up as supervisors…)