Marlowe - Lost Arts lyrics

I hear something thatt's coming from below
I think you've become mad
Almost as if something is moving below us
Act a little peculiar
And- and you're an outsider
Perhaps you've always been mad

Uh huh
We interrupt this program to bring you a
Live broadcast from the Once defunct
But now resurrected lost arts
Don't you feel it? Brigham

Revolution is knockin'
Resolution is knowledge
Get yo hand out my pocket
No weapon made can conquer my inner pain
That started my evolution
Of rhymin', persecuted, indicted
They instituted the violence that
Started my defiance
Give no respect or alliance
Less men get rich than ones who die tryin'
Less making commitments, dollars have no bias
Show you how to move in a den full of lions
If the dinner ain't cookin' you gotta
Know where to find it
Even if you paint pretty
You can't change the climate
Of my inner sanctum
My hard work is thankless
Bold print the statement
I could show you somethin' that's
Suited for all ages back when I used to hide
The heist in crawlspaces
All for the cause to blank slate ya faces
From the sinister cemetery
Real-life visionary, not preliminary
My kingdom is ruled by vikings
Why we can't have nice things
When that hunger rings watch how
They resort to biting
Why I look crookedly, took from me everything
Off the rope and out the
Tree to Washington Booker T
Watch the way you talk to
Me because I speak awfully
Even when mocking me
You gotta do it awkwardly
Often dark thoughts speak givin'
Me these allergies
When I sneeze, who's gonna bless me?
Counted one blessing and then
It got depressing
Not down to get seen with your team
Stop suggesting we make it our business to
See and remain different
Same day, different dark feeling
Black state of living
Counterfeit's keep tryna hack my religion
Every night I pray "let all
But the wack be forgiven" aye, my igna
You 're nobody till they make a wax figure
Rap cinema, call the minister
What I administer is sinister
Pivotal, pitiful, criminal, lyrical prisoner
Remember the signature when I
Deliver the finisher
Born and risen with Menace miniatures
Dropped dead center in this sinners dilemma
Don't make fun of the surface
They just ain't used to the tremors
Why I keeping this sweet life
My pocket'o bitters
Makes my air a bit thinner
I'm what remains on the filter
You should be more considerate
Pay your anguish a visit
Raided the village just to make
The place more militant
Painted an image and I don't give
A Braille who feelin' it
Mail the sentiment while I'm
Out breaking my ligaments
Snatchin' ya block's citizens
Filling them with degenerates mad! Mad!
Seein' things, or not seein' it
I'm gettin' outta here!