Strangeway - Christopher Walken lyrics

[Intro] Coccotti: You know who I am, Mr. Worley? Clifford Worley: I give up. Who are you? Coccotti: I'm the Anti-Christ. You got me in a vendetta kind of mood. You tell the angels in heaven you never seen evil so singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who k**ed you [Verse 1: Elbee] Touching in habitat, people keep asking 'What's there to be laughing at?' Running til the sun is up tripping up the overlap Triple digit IQ I grab a mans thinking cap While people pushing there views into the earth Look at the wage a dead job's the only way to prove your worth Reimburse the work and keep it going till most go berserk It's a no brainer, raining on cranium Guns, gore, bullets for some war and it sounds like the powers that be ripped the stitch til it tore Riddles, puns tell the truth, no messing Missiles to be tested 'cos the session is the lesson When there's no second guessing Here for any call any call any beckon Grab a strap and co*k it for the reckoning Deep below, tell us where heaven is Hope this drug makes us feel limitless [Verse 2: JHotrock] An interaction of the worst kind, and that's my first line It's the interstellar storyteller, with a cursed mind I'll reimburse my time to ride the box To realise the clocks are just irrelevant When your left to rot, six feet down in your element Rotting in your sediment, I'm stopping at irrelevance So you called it game over I've got the intelligence with my stoner persona To me its undebatable, I ask myself are we even save-able People just don't, communicate at all But we're very capable, to do great things But the younglings, are struggling, by juggling kings And all the kings horses and all the kings men Should have given up, and try and reached for the pen, It's mightier than the sword, why you fighting in war You can't respawn with your high-score and that's raw, but thats reality