Harry Jensen - The Revolution is Here (W/ Harry Jensen) lyrics

[Hook] Walk through the populous, stalk the metropolis Flock to the oculus, start the apocalypse Grabbing at the air through the seam in the wall Tearing at the tether ‘till the second that we fall [Verse 1 - Kenta Yamamoto] Ya'll better hail when I storm the doors to institute my reign Then measure whether or not militant pressure will remain They tried to seize the opportunity here but they missed Because of their clouded visions and the deceptive bliss Here to sever ligaments, many ligatures like polygamists So rid the evidence, never miniature in my censorship The culture holds a balance of ignorance and respect But they don't attempt to innovate, they're trapped in retrospect What an odd spectacle that I see, spectating through a spectacle The not so splendid beg to specters and their legacy But I'm apathetic to these apparitions and the precedence In the present tense this stagnation is clearly prevalent But I re-issue the real issue inside this magazine Use the response to fuel the ammunition in this magazine For this, forceful verbal hell inferno I burn those words to reclaim the lost glow [Hook] Walk through the populous, stalk the metropolis Flock to the oculus, start the apocalypse Grabbing at the air through the seam in the wall Tearing at the tether ‘till the second that we fall [Verse 2: Harry Jensen] It's the grand master in the tomb black attic Whose tongue slam disaster for boom-bap fanatics Dispel wack practice with swell rap tactics Match this linguistic back flip, Hell, you lack kid Divine jurisdiction for my rhyme's pure precision Outline convictions, soaked in verbal description Refine your system, potent herbal prescriptions Designed to serve my vision's inscription 144 elements bore through your tenements Nothing left but sentiment, pressing precedent So I jettison provoke intelligence negligent edison Soak in the elegance choke on the medicine Heavenly relevance, f** what amenities bred Simple bakers tending to bread great men ending in lead Verbal identity's dead, I meant what I read I'm enemy red flying through Kennedy's head [Hook] Walk through the populous, stalk the metropolis Flock to the oculus, start the apocalypse Grabbing at the air through the seam in the wall Tearing at the tether ‘till the second that we fall [Verse 3: Harry Jensen and Kenta Yamamoto (Kenta is in parentheses)] Without notice, the opus (opens up the lotus provokes) the locust from (within the focus) Swarm on the entity (form on the centerpiece) storm with the centipedes, f** your obscenities Seminal generals unfold (venerable emeralds), sharing its location with the (rap tome centerfold) The resolution is (clear) steer (near) peers' (tears) in sheer (fear) hear hear the revolution is here