Revolution Lyrics - M

[Society's verse] 

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 yall 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 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 no seaquel. 

Aint no equal in the flesh 

I been through more evil than men do. 

Nasty off the head and with the pen too! 

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[Chuck's verse] 

Now im 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 dont know how to act 

All them criminal acts aint got nuttin to do wit rap 

One hand cuffuffed behind them backs in black 

Quiet riot, yall 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 im a call emout 

I aint no church mouse 

Luvout 

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[Griff's verse] 

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 thinkng 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 azz tits. 

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 aint 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 7th octave we out