Navagnaes & ZENSEI - Levitate lyrics

[Intro: ZENSEI] Big shout out To Thai, Indian...goddamn...Vietnamese All the ethnic food And ethnic women Without which this never would have been possible [Verse 1: navagnaes] Blackout (2x) Whaaaaaaaat Is this artificial? Or is this art official? (what is it?) Get it straight How hard can we artificially inseminate The game and produce new names for it's present state And create fresh membranes, when? For heaven's sake Can we get the hell up outta dodge? 'Cause it's never late To get elevated to the top, stop the second-rate Clocks, make them [h]ours when we drop what we demonstrate Empowers, I'm driven, ZENSEI is who I designate You may decide To access your creative side It's a way to hide way inside and stay in stride But be a Hunter, Buy the Ticket, Take the Ride Because life comes at you fast, Nationwide My song selection is crazy wide, you ever count it? It's eighty-five times bigger than most, don't ever doubt it And as I said it before, I cannot live without it So it's better doing it than never doing sh** about it And it's a challenge No it's not, I'm kidding you I can drop more hot mixes than Curry Vindaloo I can write sixty-two hits like this one in a few Minutes, while I sit and watch tennis, knitting, and sip a brew But I'm just another spitter with a different view Of how to get into this game and make my chips accrue I haven't considered fame after a hit or two It isn't even the beginning, this is just the interview I see you, but you can't see me, peek-a-boo You were too focused on the 8-ball and missed your cue I used to have money and more honey than Winnie Pooh Dummy, you think you know, but you don't have a freakin' clue [Chorus: ZENSEI] How far can we escalate Ambitions we will percolate 'till they boil over and we're way too hot, no debate You hate it where you work But your worth is only what you make To then escape from this hell up to Heaven's gate And segregate ourselves as forever great Separated well from the bottom when we levitate Bend bend bend bend bend, but don't ever break Take what you deserve But deserve only what you take [Verse 2: navagnaes] Thanks to Darby, now I'm up on the internet Bet you've had enough of all this esoteric shibboleth Crystal meth, with eleven beers and a cigarette Lit, nothing's changed, this is Seven Years in Tibet Can you lend you're ears? Pop them in a jet Give me your attention 'cause they say you gotta give to get Or never listen, ever-missing 'till you're dead forget Reminiscing when you're presently not even living yet (hold the set) Don't forget, when I was smoking weed a lot Down in South Camden, I k**ed it but haven't seen my shot Yet, no regrets, blowing green, I don't need a yacht To get to Southampton with my queen in a regal spot Then fall asleep on the beach, see? I dream a lot But my nightmares are taking over I don't wanna hear anyone say that I have my own style While I take from Em, Dre, Yay, Wayne, Drake, and Hova In this Oasis Champagne Supernova All these rappers talk about the same baking soda I'll pay my own way and may fold for the day But I'll never walk away if the game isn't over Californ-i-ay sommeliers with gla**es of grapes Shipping wine from Napa with unparalleled carrier rates Coupled with strategically and mathematically placed Distribution centers, Ed you think I'd let that go to waste? Ohh, there goes navagnaes with chatter misplaced Esoteric nonsense, let's give him a staticky face He's on the run about to cash out, go grab him at Chase He ran again and fooled us with mannequins splattered with mace And though he comes from an arrogant race Take a walk in his shoes, you'll see that they're raggedly laced You can't act like in the past he hasn't been slapped with a case Grew like a flower from the concrete and shattered the vase And in terms of his music and how it relates To the current movement is that it's gonna have it erased And the truth is what he is in the booth in his youth Is an approachable Merlot that's Cabernet based (whaaaat) And that is a case of wine I'd happily taste Life is a lap in a race with time at half of it's pace But I still run it and produce like Maddox's mother, Sam To my brother Nick I love you man, slap-a-da-ba**! [Chorus: ZENSEI] [Verse 3: navagnaes] Move move move move move! I'm getting in the groove groove groove groove groove! And if you put my loose leaf lyrics in a frame They'd be hanging in the Louvre Louvre Louvre Louvre Louvre! 'cause everything I do is art And I'd really win, man, if I had gone in and Acted like the Tin Man and grew a heart But I keep insisting on rapping like a stupid tard My managers are artists, you can't keep the two apart Recite a rhyme with a great hook, I write the baddest And you don't have to go on Facebook to like my status The maddest rapper whose face looks as White as Vanna's (Blackout) Since '04, they took a while to micromanage (navagnaes) I'm backwards I used to be a ba*tard Now I'm just a plastered rap-ripping disaster Better, stronger, harder, faster Than everybody, and I mean everybody, the master [Chorus: ZENSEI] Bend bend bend bend bend, but don't ever (break!(navagnaes)) Take what you deserve But deserve only what you take (ZENSEI) Bend bend bend bend bend, but don't ever break (navagnaes) Take what you deserve But deserve only what you take (navagnaes and ZENSEI) Whooo! (ZENSEI)