Revolutionary

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Let's Go
The evolution of this revolutionary
With a voice strong enough to carry, anywhere I so dare
So a buster best prepare
I strip his style butt-bare
And reveal his upheaval with an evil-eyed stare
Beware, I suggest say, let's not go there
Before I turn you into Mr. Nowhere
Oh yeah
It's soothing, I'm standing still but my words are moving
Almost like they're cruising
This must be the definition of grooving
Obviously, I'm oblivious to their huffs and puffs
And constant claims of being so rough
Enough
Acting like that flow came off-the-cuff
And let me know your ass is still in touch
Your whole lyrical style is suspect
While I myself detect you detest
My receiving Nuff Respect
You lack the intellect, to do anything but tote that tech
That's probably why your fucking life is just a wreck
I do what I like, and I do it right
I don't want to shoot we can both leave if we fight
But I have a clue as to what I'd rather do
Just allow me to shit, on you
I do what I like, and I do it right
I don't want to shoot, we can both leave if we fight
But I have a clue as to what I'd rather do
Just allow me to shit, on you
I'm in your mind like psionics when I'm off that vodka and tonic
Not to mention the chronic, hold info like Johnny Mnemonic
I'm honored to be on this, watch me as I flaunt it
Taunt a fallen opponent and leave his memories haunted
Undaunted, unrelenting in what I'm representing
As Free's speech is commencing
Watch EmCees wincing and tensing up
An abrupt end for the ones who pretend
I defend mine within ten rhymes
But have said more than four
Just a few times, keep that in mind
Rhyme's refined of great design
Like profound archeological finds in Egyptian mines
In their own way archaic, picturesque, and mosaic
That's why brothers wanna bite what I bake
Like Bisquick biscuits
But if I were you, I wouldn't risk it
My intent's more demented than Pinhead's
I will run this place red
If a boy want dead, well…I'll kill your whole click instead
I do what I like, and I do it right
I don't want to shoot we can both leave if we fight
But I have a clue as to what I'd rather do
Just allow me to shit, on you
I do what I like, and I do it right
I don't want to shoot, we can both leave if we fight
But I have a clue as to what I'd rather do
Just allow me to shit, on you
But it's cool
I'm still cruising through my surroundings
Spending my day's clowning
Drinking till I drown, and money counting
Cause the cheddar is abundant plus the brothers that I run with
Are cats that I've become one with to prevent going through that dumb shit
Expensive handmaid vines, tapestries of ornate design
Ming vases from exotic plazas
These are the ongoing sagas in the ledgers
Of an old sea captain in constant search of fabled buried treasure
I've gone to some extreme measures, preparing me to endure forever
Come what may, in the midst of the fray, I won't stray
To accomplish my goals I need to retain total control of my bankroll
Not concerning myself with none of them stank hoes
But the ladies, we couldn't live without them
They treat you the best when you act like you couldn't care less about'em
So, to show my appreciation, I'll send the ladies a dedication
And a hefty donation to The Center to Abolish Player Hating
I do what I like, and I do it right
I don't want to shoot we can both leave if we fight
But I have a clue as to what I'd rather do
Just allow me to shit, on you
I do what I like, and I do it right
I don't want to shoot, we can both leave if we fight
But I have a clue as to what I'd rather do
Just allow me to shit, on you

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