Lyrics:
to make a better world?
And there's a war in Africa
Who knows how many have died
Women raped, children killed
For the materials that make our phones
But
the killers is still living
They tryna injure our children nah we can’t chill with it
Hook
Bridge 3:
Hear the cry for revolution got a taste of freedom now
They are the same
Instead of breeding hate for a skin palette
Choose revolution for our childrens sake yeah
Four by four we gotta close that door
Despite
All the children run for your life the rebels are dead
Two shots to the chest and one to the head
The killers the thugs the learned the priest
that's gonna be given to you by the Wu, brothers and sisters
The revolution, the revolution will be televised, televised
It's time to rise, and take
spatula
I am nice Uber
Send the bitch back to you
On ice cooler
Where my killers at
Real niggaz at
Soldiers with me
Are you feeling that
Revolution
On camel
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
We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in
and films, taught children, counseled
Speaking out for those afraid to do so, he’s always stood up for whats right
He's the same mans he's always been
Bernie
a stand for something real
Only the children cry their eyes
Give hope to them
And let them know
Hello
What's your name
We don't have believe in this way
"I'm lettin' the music on the side, and waitin'
Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride"
Hell Razah, Get Large Productions
Revolution
Here's a tribute to The Who!
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they
We'll be fighting in the streets with
Our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution is here
Yeah, it's Common Sense, with DJ Premier
We gonna help y'all see clear
It's real hip-hop
Klan killer
Bury him in the Earth beneath
Drown him in gasoline
Light the fire and burn they sheets
Yeah, I'm a survivor, it's not a mystery
(Nah) even
We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in
Farafina children are way top By the green peninsula Green Cap
We knock knock the doors right on time in
We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in
(Ahahahaha, wow)
Wow, another fucking war
I am not even surprised anymore by the state of affairs
I feel like nobody cares that there are people
to north
We are children of planet Earth
Oh, we are sons and daughters of mountain and waters
We are called by the voice of the earth,
We bring revolution
to the cause
Cause it is what it is and not what it was
Children of the revolution
Okay, now that you realize Obama don't run shit
Get your guns ready and pack
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution is here
Yeah, it's Common Sense, with DJ Premier
We gonna help y'all see clear
It's real hip-hop
shield, and justice as our guide,
We'll march through the darkness, side by side,
In every street, in every town,
We'll tear tyranny's walls down.
This is
to the cause
Cause it is what it is and not what it was
Children of the revolution
Okay
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