Revolution Lyrics

Revolution lyrics

[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!



[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



[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