Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Rev., artist - Esham. Album song Mail Dominance, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.09.2008
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
The Rev. |
| I’m not taking enough medicine, |
| I know I’m sick in the mother fucking head |
| These niggers think I’m nice, |
| You don’t know me very well do you? |
| Check this shit out |
| As I take a dose of this medicine |
| Now watch me sin |
| Take a sniff of this boy, I’m the real McCoy |
| Real nutty, just like Almond Joy |
| Screamin’I want that nigger dead and when you dead I’ma enjoy |
| Haunting and taunting the microphone |
| Reconstruct your brain and fuck up your chromosomes |
| On my own since a toddler |
| 45 bullets swallower |
| Footprints burn in the sand |
| Cause all my shit be kickin' |
| Just like Japan, chop off your hands |
| Ya fall off you’re done |
| Who’s number one with the bloody bullets |
| From the gun, that shot the rapper down |
| No more will he see the sun |
| The U-N-H-O-L-Y, while the revolution, has begun |
| And it will not be televised, bitch ass nigga |
| 666, bloody mic in my hand |
| Rolex ain’t worth no fucking 30 grand |
| Half y’all niggas can’t stand on your own two feet |
| You ain’t nothin’but a worm who needs to be 6 feet deep |
| Water |
| When I’m in Cleveland I be in the projects I be smokin’wet |
| Seein’all types of shit things that my mind won’t never forget |
| And I am, sacrilegious |
| And still block indigious |
| My voodoo’s just as true as Andy Palmer |
| But I warned ya The day will come when niggas will fill this prophecy |
| And if they ever do you might go crazy from what you see |
| Make you wanna be blind |
| Some say I see too much |
| But I see straight through your mind |
| You brain’s so close I can touch it And the revolution, will not be televised for your punk ass |
| You don’t even know, you’re stupid |
| I shot a hole in my television set |
| On the presidents announcement |
| Cause little do he know, |
| Aliens is plottin’on the government |
| But the suicidal sick, |
| Mother fucker still livin' |
| Murder ride driven |
| The dead has arisen |
| The neighborhood’s the prisons, |
| Is anybody listenin'? |
| Or is niggas just blowin’bubbles sittin’around whistlin'? |
| Hello, bitch, is anybody in there? |
| And women don’t know they can change this shit |
| But they so busy tryin’to shake their tits |
| Money, in god we trust, lust and bustful |
| But still don’t trust no force |
| Beware of the pale white force |
| Knock your punk ass off course |
| Of course, the revolution will not be televised |
| For no punk ass nigga |
| Yo, yo I said, |
| The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised, |
| It will not be televised |