Lyrics:
prophets out of prosecutors if necessary and rags to revolution poetry from pollution
felon to family man problem to solution and the solution is clear
compared to what the corporations getting out of it
products are made and marketed to sell for profit
poster boys offended by this? gosh, that's just stupid
covering the sun
A bullet left another gun
A nation screams in agony
In pure fear pure apathy
Lord oh lord where have you gone
See what your children have
Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie
Crash and flex on Tuesday's, harassin' hoes at movies
Passin' by with uzis, hey, who you aimin' at?
That shady bitch
The fear takes over everything is black
Die not by gun, but a heart attack
Bash your head
Bash your head
Your fatality
Your fatality
Sell yourself
Sell
greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (uh)
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3
around
Crying children huddled on the ground.
Then we're told we could have stopped it if we had more guns
They twist the meaning of the constitution.
But
to the legions of the wack now listen
What is hip-hop if it ain’t revolution?
What is hip-hop if there ain’t evolution?
What is hip-hop that ain’t part
begin?
Draconian measures setting in
Preach revolution, build barricades
Load up your guns, sharpen your blades
Stand up to terror, it won't be in vain
Today the lesson is on the streets
Start revolution or let it bleed
Church and government always want to be above
We are soldiers living in a hole
gone too long I think their longing for peace
In every country fighting to staying loyal
Yea they left by horse and by train
And they marched out feeling
ASLEEP AND NUMB
HALF THE WORLD CRYING FREEDOM
AT THE END OF THE BARREL OF A GUN
THE SACRIFICE OF REVOLUTION
WE PRAY FOR HONG KONG.
CAN’T EVEN CRY, MY DEAR
A BLACK SEA BELOW
THIS RAIN IS AMAZING
(COZ I CAN’T) TRUST A POLITICIAN WHEN HE’S SELLING MY SOUL
AND I CAN MAKE UP MY MIND BY
'New York, Big City of Dreams'
To get by, cats doing plenty of things
It's a honest hustle, but you gotta have some kind of muscle
Either it's
die by the end 'this song
Revolution will come, where I'm from: the third world son
Constant occupation, leaves the third world torn
to the next in line
Trust there's an Estate to escape the harm
Blood of the Son, covered by the cnointing
Why his dad wanted mom to abort him?
Could he afford
I'll see you all at my Super Dinner Party"
And late that night, at my Super Dinner Party
I was dancin' to the beat and entertainin' La
and I love getting drunk but other than that I'm rather respectable
There are forces of great danger that's been driven by anger and it feeds off
They got me killin' with them
They got me sinnin' with them
Smokin' drum, holdin' arms, bustin' guns with them
They got me fearin' the pen,
can not die
It's my fucking revolution
When angels can not compromise
Yeah, I wanna sign your skin
And re-design your sins
So keep on sucking your hate
Mass flooding
Solar eruption
Social unrest
And revolution
Nuclear apocalypse
Rising of the beasts
Converging tectonic
Or fucking epidemic
Draught
Walk on next dimension
Weird words
Heard through baseline
Refined revolution
Interactive technology
Troubled waters
Higher conscious
Seen above
Reality
Travel beyond the horizon
Of flickering windows,
Someone has been killed by now
Pulse is already too strong
Only figure I spot is you
Trying to catch
scream
And I wanted to stay
Way past forever
My soap-free friends are grinning and crouching
And the rich bitch with shopping walks by
At night she dreams
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