Beanz - Lift lyrics

[Verse 1: Beans] Lift like a window, exit Inappropriate comparison separated by gla** Gifted amateur, lyp-syncing precaution In an age of innocence well-rehearsed Walls don't exist, we hate exercise Compa**ion to reach beyond self plunging face-first [Verse 2: High Priest] End of an impa**e, face mask Pacifist taste gla** As they buckle their resolve From this moment on no more Mr. Nice Guy Razor-edged bu*terfly Don't k** me cause I'm pretty Peace propagandas and wish shoulder fist Up and elbows fly, collide As I slay I sling rocks To your mental [Hook: All together] Lift! [Verse 3: M. Sayyid] Eclipsed through the 44 day desert trek Deep dirt dig dark dance with split sh** talk with tick black Step back head crack head crack jet pack crocodile lock verse slap Treasure chest box, knock knock, smocks and bloody vests In my studies rest wet, yes I will mix mind the pen Can't come in cyanide lights dime With two parts of barley I float this collapse you on hotel floors like Chris Farley overdoses [Verse 4: High Priest] Two active engines engaging Collision path hoping one day to collide Let's all crash and burn Balloon-eyed cemetery Where the dreamers go to bury all the dioramas I am an MC, you try to rhyme but sound awkward Back to the future, let's move forward I only serve take-out, best eaten cold Ctrl + alt + delete, wings on my feet Ankle fleet race turtle pace you need this [Hook] [Verse 5: Beans] Congested From the spark of small talk facade covers your corrosion Virtue Plate screeching that ? decorative cohesion Makes Virtue The charred fabric of the embroidered skin graft [Verse 6: M. Sayyid] I bask in the bareback spasm deadly habit Homicide black ice mic slides off average Rude type flowed the railer overturn the tractor trailer Crash the skull cabbage savage beast Beat sweet delicious suspicious Maverick out of towner stalked in the club And sh** got quiet at the counter Local yokel tracks and smack like pap's belt buckle I muffle your appliance like Midas And give you trouble nick double double tech nine Mics of mine? heh [All] Never crumble