[Intro – Thunder cracks, bass drops. Walken whispers as beat builds.]
Walken (spoken like a spell):
Lift… before you throw...
Your stones ain't wings. Let go…
[Verse 1 – Walken, slow rhythm with jazzy beat]
Walken (rhythmic, cool):
You know before you cast that stone,
Check your house—it’s glass, full-blown.
People throwin’ like they kings,
But can’t even rise when Monday rings.
That ain’t power, that’s just noise,
False bravado in grown-up toys.
Lift yourself—spirit and soul,
Then watch how your aura starts to roll.
Un-fu—(dramatic pause)
Unfuckable, bulletproof brain,
Third eye dressed in Kevlar, sane.
[Verse 2 – Robin Williams, fast-paced, jazz-funk fusion]
Robin (wild and free):
Quantum WiFi, no more slow speed,
I'm glidin' through realms on cosmic steed!
Solar flare them shadows, baby—
They cold potatoes, I’m spicy gravy!
You don’t need to push, don’t need to shove,
Just lift yourself with rebel love.
Oh soul, my soldier, rise above,
Excuses crash—but truth? That soars like doves!
Gravity’s fake news, baby—it’s all in your head,
Get out the bed, dance with dread!
[Verse 3 – Trump, booming over trap beat with brass]
Trump (commanding):
Folks, listen—nobody lifts like me,
I’m gold-plated willpower—limitless, free!
Losers whine, I redefine,
Buildin’ soul castles in my prime.
Whine. Blame. Repeat?
That’s the recipe for defeat.
But you rise in your mind, you're elite—
Impenetrable, unbreakable—sweet!
Don’t throw stones—nah, we invest 'em,
Build gold towers, and then we bless 'em.
[Bridge – Walken & Robin in harmony, mystical vibe with light synths and strings]
Walken (echoed):
Lift your soul... or drift away...
Robin (singing):
Like jellyfish lost in the bay!
Walken (spoken):
This ain’t just talk—it’s battle prep.
Robin:
Every step up is a holy rep!
Both:
Every excuse feeds your fear...
Every lift makes your path clear...
[Verse 4 – Yogi Bear, funky bass groove kicks in]
Yogi Bear (soulful and smooth):
Hey hey hey, Boo Boo, lemme say,
Before you throw stones—meditate, okay?
Picnic of peace, blanket of calm,
Judgmental folks? No bear alarm.
I climb trees not to escape,
But to elevate, resonate, levitate shape.
Perspective’s sweet like honeydew,
From the top, the hate can't even reach you.
So don't be throwin'—be growin', son!
Spread that love like forest fun!
[Final Chorus – All characters together, in ascending harmonies like a gospel-rap choir]
All (with flair):
Lift before you throw! (Yeah!)
Let the stone be a seed and let kindness grow!
Don’t cast—just rise! (Whoo!)
Build your throne in the open skies!
Robin:
Hover above that petty noise!
Trump:
Confidence—platinum choice!
Yogi:
Peace is the real picnic, boy!
Walken:
Glass egos? We destroy...
[Outro – All in unison, soft fade, celestial strings and lo-fi beat]
All:
Lift yourself... before you throw…
‘Cause the higher you go…
The fewer stones there are to throw.
