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[Talking at the beginning] No revolutionary gets old Or so I'm told You're left full of bullet-holes When you tell the people go free Oh, it's a matter of days before they try to take me I heard gunshots rang His bullet got my name I ain't see him take aim I dreamt this day came 'Cause I stood in the face of damnation Satan, spat at him, flat out disgraced him He want my blood; why me? Why not the fake ones who deserve death, man Fuck it, I'll take one Can stop me but can't stop a whole nation Of millions who feel you deceived them They believing reparation makes it even So I'm deadly now because of one reason They listening In Budapest, Japan, China, and Switzerland We getting it in, son Another bullet passed by, missed me Wondering who plotting to get me Alphabet boys still plotting against me To hush me up and stuff me in the pockets of history You won't remember why they came to clip me When time go by, you'll soon forget me They say he was the king of bling, jewels, and Bentley's Then they use one of my lines just to prove I'm guilty Don't let them kill me [Talking "They did not have the power to stop Louis Farrakhan" Repeated] Some revolutionaries do live long Am I one of them? Guess we'll know in due time Everybody has rights, can I use mine? Can I rock shine? Can I have a girl that's too fine? Got a swell life, tell me, will I lose mine? Every time I turn around somebody new dying Let's start living Ala carte escargot, Escobar, invest my millions Mansion for the wife, the rest for the children Knowing that they coming any time, but until then I'm at large until they shoot me Million dollar stones and my camouflage Gucci Giving you this crack like Pookie To question the system Be the resistance No matter what color you are Everybody nigga's You can stand by and watch Or you can march on with us Some revolutionaries get old Although I'm told You're get left full of bullet-holes When you tell the people go free Oh, it's just a matter of days before they try to take me [Repeat: x 2]