Revolution

We was raised in these streets on pork and poison meat

Now I recognize the beast and bare the mark of the gold teeth

Puff on the rolled leaf and bust on the police

While y'all playas are fakin bacon we cook the whole beef

I put it down plain, I stimulate the left and right brain

Cell by cell and frame by frame

Names, dates, are all inmaterial

I big ** sick ryhme killer like cereal

I burn like venerial

And spit that imperial wizardry that climbs right through

The curcitry

Choake your team for their cream

But that's as far as we go

Drop ** like seaguls and smash your little ego

I get visions like stevie and coleco

Give me two thousand live people

One late show no sequel

Ain't no equal in the flesh

I been through more evil than men do

Nasty off the head and with the pen too!

Now I'm pissed

Easy to rhyme on tracks like this

The more things change

The more they remain the same

These games them vidiots

Playin' on the brink of insane

Must be a hockey rink

Lost in their drink

In pursuit of plain Jane

I think man they think a revolution be pretty in pink

Now in these new tracks

Some of these cats don't know how to act

All them criminal acts ain't got nothin' to do with rap

One hand cuffuffed behind them backs in black

Quiet riot ,y'all cant hear one hand clap

Revolution is more than what you hear and what you see

The mass reintroduction

Of society to society

Together we got 100 years of sobriety

These clones

Who be flippin' like new phones be surprisin' me

Turned out

They happy just to be in the house

So I'm a call emout

I ain't no church mouse

Luvout

I master rap

Write a 16 and half of that

Then eat some mix greens after that

My raps niggerish black like licorice

While wack rappers get rich off some jibberish

The hoods begging for deliverance"g"

I'm just a hood figure to deliverance this

L y should get into the "sy"

I'm thinking me and pe should have passed it on

Society's the menace

He get's more love than tennis

On the road to riches

Cause revolutions expensive

Finance whips

Finance clips spend our chips

In the ghetto raising rebelz with some fine ** **

No champagne no campaign no ice on my wrist

While bred'z dipp'n on fedz sipp'n on crys

Out of my mind Ethiopian wine on my lips

Still ain't signed the master mind

The masters mine

hey!

Back in your dome where the rebelz Rome

The greatest weapon in the hands

Of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed

Public enemy the seventh octave we out