Lyrics:
the revolution comes
The man, the woman will no longer be at war with each other
Scorn one another
No jealousy or bickering, finger pointing
Hating in
These fuckin' snakes man
Fuckin' up our lives
I'll take a piss in your oil fields
I want some motherfuckin' payback so, yo
I wanna run for
that's gonna be given to you by the Wu, brothers and sisters
The revolution, the revolution will be televised, televised
It's time to rise, and take
need to get together
And start a revolution
Wooooooooo
I said it it's time to get stand up
Stop letting the man stuff his hand up your damn butt
No damn
so fed up this love letter
I must spit you
By my side like Bonnie and Clyde
Ugh
Love is blind
When you letting shit slide
Well
You kept it a buck half
Batterram's rollin task force swarm
Pigeons squawk with the talk of a new high
Controlled by the man whose plan is genocide
Intense is a sense of ignorance
When
of reality
All three eyes to the revolution can now escape the blind state of confusion
Trials and tribulations of the original nation
Leaves a headache,
of reality
All three eyes to the revolution can now escape the blind state of confusion
Trials and tribulations of the original nation
Leaves a headache,
by myself,
One man army, I don't need no help
This ain't nothin man I been through hell
Bring light to the blind like i'm writing in braille
I'm
Here's the solution
That we been lookin for
No more pointin fingers
No more kountin skore
No more fear of my brother man
No more fear of the other
barbaric than Conan
They asking for work, and you say 'no man, you can't be trusted'
They walked down your street and get busted
By your so-called justice
say intelligent design
You say you want a revolution, you out of your mizind
Your sons' destitute, and their pops all in the prison
My man's back in
the blind
Some call it evolution, some say intelligent design
You say you want a revolution, you out of your mizind
Your sons' destitute, and their pops all
I am riding on your broken wings
Delivered by your tortured screams
Test the boundaries of imagination
Torture of the mind, and the death
Afghanistan held for ransom
By the hand of this black man
Neo-colonial puppet
White power with a black face
He said fuck it i’ll do it
A master of disguise,
the lesser of evil
It's an exercise for the sheeple
Their planned debates and their candidates
Are hand picked by the hidden hand man it's fake
It's fixed
a sister
'Cause I know she don't know, I quote
Her brains retrained
By a 24 inch remote
Revolution a solution
For all of our children
But her children
Chorus:
Nothing here to lose
Not confused
When we're speaking
I'll play by the rules
Till my dudes get the tweaking
Revolution moves
For the fuel we been
everything to plan
So you can remain a man
CROW
You can demand that your love is defined
Before you break and jump in blind
You have to keep everything
Come look into the eyes of a man named Gucci
Got me peepin' out the blinds
Like Malcolm with the Uzi
The government, the church
And the world is so
live life fast and die slow
But you've been walkin in darkness
Def dumb blind and heartless
Mislead by these so called artist
Fascinated by the way they
example
The one I'm following
I was lost, but now I'm found;
I was blind, but now I see
I'm a dead man made alive!
I'm a captive he set free
I am redeemed!
As other humans are intellectually independent enough to think for themselves
Then the black man will think like a black man and he will feel for other black
Tryna keep us in the background (in the back)
Tryna keep us in the back man we always on attack now
Man they tryna hold us back they ain't even
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