Lyrics:
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
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
they get hungry, it ain't shit funny
Paid to interfere with how a brother get his money
Now, who's the real thugs, killers and gangsters?
Set
Well here's
A sad point to ponder
Could be a killer
Living in your own house
For lack of a little jab
Bring on unimaginable tragedy
That lasts for
depressed
The dissolution of the day
The solidity of stress
A revolution on the way
If we were not so depressed
We'll try to catch a tiger by the tail
Yeah,
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
kill your kill your, kill
Kill your, kill, kill, kill your, kill
Kill your masters
Killer children of men on the throne roving with no atonement
And his wife was a thief
All the children were killers
They couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was surrounded
When a voice loud and clear
Said, come
A revolution never come with a warning
A revolution never sends you an omen
A revolution just arrived like the morning
Ring the alarm we come to wake
I am haunted
Lyrics: Unknown
I am haunted
by the vivid memories
of killings and corpses
and anger and pain …
of starving
or wounded children
Wake up wake up
Ghetto children
Wake up wake up
Ghetto children
Ghetto boy
You're my life
And there's so much for you to protect
the station
And realize the revolution ain't a revelation it takes blood,sweat, tears, innovation
It starts with us, it starts with us.
[Chorus]
Yeah, it
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
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
We speak out like children
Of the dreams that we chase and pursue
These rights we hold precious
Say it loud enough
And it'll be true
In
devils are dancing in ecstacy
Inspired by the taste of horror
Proud to be insane forever
Proud to be insane
Let out the killer in me
Raise your hands
passing by
Read us a revolution
Won't you say its time we try
Come on flower children
Won't you tell us how you feel
Well the times are a'changing
It's
It's the truth written in books but it's not real
She existed even though many wanted to forget
Kidnapper and killer of defenseless children
It's
We're the new generation
The new generation
And we believe now
We believe (We believe)
(We believe)
It's a televised revolution
We want
by society where high-anxiety is just one variety
Hatin each other is another, brotha
I mean I'm really true to the shit, my spit ain't just
by his dental work, he get identified
His bitch gotta come and verify, the revolution will be televised
I'm 'bout to binge watch, fuck her on Zoom
dreams of king Stephen killer mike
Mad stalking midnight
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Westside riders keep it (gangsta)
Southside hustlers keep it (gangsta)
The HipHop Declaration of Peace was
Presented to the United
Nations Organization on May 16th
2001 it was signatured
By various organizations such as:
the kitchen sink
I heard the tales, fortune and blame
Tigers and wolves defanged by fame
From the chains to the reins to the vein
To the brain, anyway
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