I’m Beamin’ (Remix) All City Chess Club (Ft. Asher Roth, Blu, B.o.B, Charles Hamilton, Chuck Inglish, Dayne Jordan, Diggy, Lupe Fiasco & Sir Michael Rocks)

[Verse 1: Asher Roth]
My aura takes the form of the aurora borealis
Or a floral pattern, more or less a forest to your salad
The neural path I’ve traveled has immediate reaction
Can’t you see that I am beaming? I’ll be leaving in a second
Sipping magic from a chalice, detached from the distractions
At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action
A fraction or a fragment of me actually is present
The rest of me is heavenly, the seventh house’s zenith
Yes, the fence intimidates, it’s meant to keep you out
But let your senses resonate and leap it in a bound
Cause freedom isn’t found inside a visa or a crown
And even the voice of reason couldn’t speak it out loud
But mortals are immortal when their soul has been imported
To a source that is more sovereign, important to the whole
This is the warmest moment of a poet turned heroic
As he slowly comes to focus, go ahead and watch me glow

[Verse 2: Charles Hamilton]
Rey Mysterio flow, staying clear
Of makeup-smeared hating queers, making clear this is spiritual
Throw a spear at you all (pew!), church final
Your funeral in an arena, you searching for fire (shh)
Or titles (whoa), or tidal waves (uh)
Tie the game like a shot from outside when it’s 95 to 98
The throw slid into you left-side broke (niggas) (beam)
Boa constrictor, choking (niggas), the grown man (beam)
Pause mean your controllers get broken (niggas) (beam)
Anarchy in the Ford, you need to focus (niggas) (Beam)
Love, I get none, like saying no to niggas
Hamiltonian’s loneliness, so I hold my (beam) (niggas)
I logged on to see a c-section, a gross display
Sleep never, and Rolaids, deep lessons won’t go away
I keep pressing like my phone is afraid
To be a star, so I end it and pound it, see what the code can say