Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Revolution, artist - Ed O.G. Date of issue: 01.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Revolution |
| Edo’s the last man standing |
| Smoke from the cannon made your whole team abandon |
| Fasten your seatbelt for take off and landing |
| The game been over cause the lead is too commanding |
| The smart shit, not to start shit |
| The whole country riding is getting me car sick |
| We holding money stacks and gats and shanks is in the closet |
| Taking money out your socks and wallets |
| Make bank deposits, haters is sending me love |
| Shooting flames through my enemy’s mug |
| Then paint the town red in my enemy’s blood |
| Smoke the sticky, you envy the bud cause you pretend to be thug, nigga |
| Don’t drink if you can’t hold your liquor |
| You ain’t on cause you been In The Basement with Tigga |
| I flow sicker, throw blows quicker |
| At shows it shows nigga |
| Ed O.G., Revolution, off the Richter |
| «It's Ed O.G.» |
| «Got the upper hand» |
| Grab the mic |
| Broadcast via satellite |
| I never seen a sadder sight |
| Than a nigga in the dark trying to get back the light |
| Like getting your assed kicked without putting up a fight |
| It’s futuristic as star tech |
| And chickens wanna cling on/Klingon like Star Trek |
| Goals are reachable |
| Nothing is far fetched |
| No applause we ain’t done yet |
| 48 bars can get your stars wet |
| Unless we get the same privileges your favorite stars get |
| We on line but don’t wait on-line |
| It’s a sign of the times in the shine of the mind |
| If you seek you shall find |
| It’s like the blind leading the blind |
| Can’t write without alcohol and weed in your rhyme |
| Start feeding your mind |
| Before these bullets in your head start bleeding your mind |
| Yo we can all shine and glisten, don’t let your mind get missing |
| This is the time to listen, to carry on a fine tradition |
| In this big rap world, MC’s are mixed in |
| Coming off the bench, like the sixth man |
| Now my dreams are fulfilled |
| But I don’t sell bricks nigga, I use them to build |
| That’s what my mama instilled so I wouldn’t get killed |
| Now that the Boston beans are spilled let’s take it to the guild |
| Fuck rapping |
| Cause the best things happen |
| To the people |
| Who make the best of what happens |
| Without jaw flapping, scrapping |
| Not enough soldiers and too many captains |
| I got a rare gift |
| Plus I don’t like the judge, C.O. |
| or the bailiff |
| An ambulance couldn’t get you there swift |
| Beef with us and you’re bound to need an airlift |