Revolution

Do you know what it means to have a revolution?
And what it takes to make a solution?
Still fighting against oppression
Oh yeah, with battering our depression

We was raised in these streets on pork and poison meat
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, baby
Cell by cell and frame by frame
Names, dates, it's all inmaterial
With big dick 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 shit like seaguls and smash your little ego

I get visions like stevie and coleco, give me 2000 live people
One late show with no seaquel, no equal in the flesh
I been through more evil than men do
Nasty off the head and with the pen too

Now im pissed
Easy to rhyme on tracks like this
The more things change
The more they remain the same

These games them vidiots playing 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 nuttin to do wit rap
One hand cuffuffed behind them backs in black

Quiet riot, y'all can't 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, you know I ain't no church mouse
Love out, the revolution rap's on, the revolution rap's on

Do you know what it means to have a revolution?

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 think'ng 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 rebels with some fine ass-tits

No champagne, no campaign, no ice on my wrist
While bred's dipp'n on feds sipp'n on crys
Out of my mind ethiopian wine on my lips
Still ain't signed the master mind, the masters mine, hey!

Do you know what it means to have a revolution?
And what it takes to make a solution?
Still fighting against oppression
Oh yeah, with battering our depression

Back in your dome where the rebels rome
The greatest weapon in the hands of the oppressor
Is the mind of the oppressed
Public enemy the 7th octave we out