Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Revolution, artist - Public Enemy. Album song New Whirl Odor, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.10.2005
Record label: SlamJamz
Song language: English
Revolution |
| We was raised in these streets on pork and poison meat |
| Now i recognize the beast and bare the mark of the gold teeth |
| Puff on the rolled leaf and bust on the police |
| While yall playas are fakin bacon we cook the whole beef. |
| I put it down plain, i stimulate the left and right brain |
| Cell by cell and frame by frame. |
| Names, dates, are all inmaterial. |
| i big dick sick ryhme killer like cereal. |
| i Burn like venerial, and spit that imperial wizardry that climbs right through |
| The curcitry. |
| Choake your team for their cream but that’s as far as we go |
| Drop shit like seaguls and smash your little ego. |
| I get visions like stevie and coleco, |
| Give me 2000 live people |
| One late show no seaquel. |
| Aint no equal in the flesh |
| I been through more evil than men do. |
| Nasty off the head and with the pen too! |
| Now im pissed |
| Easy to rhyme on tracks like this |
| The more things change |
| The more they remain the same |
| These games them vidiots |
| Playin on the brink of insane |
| Must be a hockey rink |
| Lost in their drink |
| In pursuit of plain jane |
| I think man they think a revolution be pretty in pink |
| Now in these new tracks |
| Some of these cats dont know how to act |
| All them criminal acts aint got nuttin to do wit rap |
| One hand cuffuffed behind them backs in black |
| Quiet riot, yall cant hear one hand clap |
| Revolution is more than what you hear and what you see |
| The mass reintroduction |
| Of society to society |
| Together we got 100 years of sobriety |
| These clones |
| Who be flippin like new phones be surprisin me Turned out |
| They happy just to be in the house |
| So im a call emout |
| I aint no church mouse |
| Luvout |
| I master rap |
| Write a 16 and half of that |
| Then eat some mix greens after that |
| My raps niggerish black like licorice |
| While wack rappers get rich off some jibberish |
| The hoods begging for deliverance"g" |
| I’m just a hood figure to deliverance this |
| L y should get into the «sy» |
| I’m thinkng me and pe should have passed it on Society’s the menace |
| He get’s more love than tennis |
| On the road to riches |
| Cause revolutions expensive |
| Finance whips. |
| finance clips spend our chips |
| In the ghetto raising rebelz with some fine azz tits. |
| No champagne no campaign no ice on my wrist |
| While bred’z dipp’n on fedz sipp’n on crys |
| Out of my mind ethiopian wine on my lips |
| Still aint signed the master mind |
| The masters mine. |
| hey!!! |
| Back in your dome where the rebelz rome |
| The greatest weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed |
| Public enemy the 7th octave we out |