Lyrics:
See them rule these streets at night
Selling souls and dealing highs
Running with their smoking guns
Talking tough of damage done
Revolution in their
In the face of desperation, the scattered voices of many are heard by none
And we have long since passed the point when something must be done
So
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
Evolution, revolution
Are the parents of one another
Moving ever moving crushing
Everything that gets in its way
Smiles telling lies about
seems
That these roads here were paved to broken dream
Ain't no Las Vegas lights
Ain't no California coast
And I've seen a lot of both
But this shit
Drive-by eggings, plaguing LA
"Yo, you just got my little cousin, ese"
Sometimes hard-boiled, sometimes runny (Ray)
Comes from a chicken, not a bunny,
Hey la, um de hey oh la
Said, hey la, um de hey oh le
Hey, hey, hey, hey oh la
Said hey, oh hey, feelin' good today
One day as I was a havin'
their face is hidden
Harvard alumni
See the ghetto as dumb guys
Give em a nickel for a million bucks of gun rhymes
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la
Getting my facts from a Benneton ad
I'm lookin' through African eyes
Lit by the glare of an L.A. fire
I've got a face, not just my race, Bang
By the hour. Flower Power! 'Tis not sour!
Whiskey, gin, and rum I don't need. I don't smoke, I won't have disease
By the hour. Buy a flower. Flower
whisper
She is shifting shape, she is shifting shape
Feel the night embrace
Existence is a revolution
Rising amidst the circumstance's gun
Chase
acoustic revolution
mis ojeras revelan mucho más que cansancio
tilden al que jamás con la fucking fama fantasio
el que alejo obstáculos y mejoro cada
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
Drive-by eggings, plaguing LA
"Yo, you just got my little cousin, ese"
Sometimes hard-boiled, sometimes runny (Ray)
Comes from a chicken, not a bunny,
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la, la la
Imaginary world
Blue sky crowned by a rainless rainbow
The future's bright everybody smiles
Knives
on?
You know you surrender to ways that will end ya before you have begun.
Mr. want to be playa who moves with the terra of bottles, lies and guns
the world to know
This Christmas
Revolution it's real
It's the season to be jolly
Fa la la la lah la la la lah
Paying for our leaders folly
Fa la la la
DeCicco, DeCicco, DeCicco, DeCicco
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Git, git, git, git, git
It's-It's-It's Christmas, richness
On my wishlist if he
call
The people, the oppressed
Doesn’t mean they can’t protest
Even though we’re on our knees
We can see light through the trees
Viva la revolution
A bloody nose, empty pockets, a rented car with a trunk full of guns
It ain't true that the sun don't rise in Vegas,
I've seen it once
She might
If I start a revolution, please don't be surprised
While they eating steaks, my niggas in there for life, yeah
Luck of the draw I could never roll
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
Collected by a widow along with the flag
41-Gun salute, 4 jets in the air
Now that's going out of style
Your contribution was fear
What you reap is what you
L.A., Kingston, New York and London
Move, nobody fight, form together as one
This gun pressure soon be over and done
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