Revolutionary Generation

歌詞

[Society's verse] 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! [Chuck's verse] 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 [Griff's verse] 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