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chris walken - lifted revelations كلمات الأغنية

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 deaths 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 p-ssin 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 p-ss 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

- chris walken

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