Chris Walken - Lifted Revelations lyrics

These frustrations on the page make em much better Blaze a dutch let the smoke create a rush - pay the bucks get ya fix Dealers like mechanics on the way to cribs - make fall down from the weight of it Boulders snap ya feeble wrist - shoulder crack even blades get split Brains sit shaken not stirred on some secret agent tip - Meetin james for tea wishen it was e and j with splifs U got a top 10? then rearrange ya list when im spit boxin lifted Jabs and uppercuts liplock the critics Plus im keepin constant distance to counter cowards cautious of The monster spitten bars at victims - Their d**hs truly are descriptive Like the mess that they live with - obsessions and problems Professionally gifted the professor confessin his business With a message in it lessons learned - life took precious turns Now I burn for whats right - Not yearnin for stripes just blessin herbs Like parishioners or popes or bishops - If u wanna be so specific Im out of control like physics of the quantum - Mystics of an older time Dimensions pa**in floatin by - enter back in one piece - U must know 1 is us all defined - No other way to move towards the side Thats past us - We're mortified at that more than us - so it doesnt have worth But the more we let it pa** us by - Every second we dont do this ourselves We can't - and we can't decide - Whats stoppin us? - dutch violence choppin guts Some silent process this much is obvious - Its called its lovely not to stress Its inherent to our subatomic depths - Liven logic-less for far too long Like drunks on bar-stools gone its hard to stop When ur actin like u are 2 it ain't hard to wrong Ima laugh in ya effin face everytime ya records play - It's like a cartoons on I flow at the dense im goin against a monster in a tidal wave With my harpoon drawn You thought too long - then hit my bars up and got too bombed It birthed a clown like Mugatu's mom - A bed of nails what ill drop you on Go hard or go home like when the surf got too calm Take a hit mellowed - my lungs are big bellows This fellow fannin flames - First flatten features for the fact the fame Ain't a factor lames - get cracked the same - Practice game like a scrimmage It ain't right you play like you live this - Livid theres none alive to witness My rise this instant im terrific like life - Whats right is distant from the mind of mischief - But i maintain for the simple fact that im persistent If u dont listen to wisdom that denies existence Realize whats missing - Attention to the details And the lies within us Inside the system Duped and willing We collude with villains ...and die the victims