Revolution

[Chuck D]

All my people...

[Hook]

Do you know what it means to have a revolution?

And what it takes to make a solution?

Still fighting against oppression

We're battling our depression

[Society]

Now we was raised in these streets on pork and poison meat

Now I recognize the beast, bare the mark of the gold teeth

Puff on the rolled leaf and bust on these police

While y'all playas are fakin bacon we cook the whole beef

I put it down plain, I stimulate that left and right brain, baby

Cell by cell and frame by frame

Names, dates, it's all immaterial:

We big dicks sick rhyme killer like cereal

I burn like venereal

Spit that imperial wizardry that climbs right through the circuitry

Choke your team for they cream, but that's as far as we go

Drop shit like seagulls and smash your little ego

I get visions like Stevie and Coleco

Give me 2000 live people

One late show and no sequel

Ain't no equal in the flesh

I been through more evil than men do

Nasty off the head and with the pen too!

[Chuck D]

Now I'm 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 up in they drink

In pursuit of plain Jane, I think man

They think a revolution be pretty in pink, man

Now in these new tracks

Some of these cats don't know how to act

All them criminal acts ain't got nothin to do with rap;

One hand cuffed behind them backs in black

Quiet Riot, y'all can't 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 just happy to be in the house

So I call em out; you know I ain't no church mouse!

Love out

The revolution rocks on, the revolution rocks on

[Griff]

I master rap

Write a 16 and half of that

Then eat some mixed greens after that

My rap's niggerish black like licorish

While wack rappers gettin rich off some jibberish

The hood's begging for deliverance G

I'm just a hood figure to deliver this

L Y should get into the "Sy,"

I'm thinking me and P.E. should have passed it on

Society's the menace

He's got more love than tennis

On the road to riches

Cause revolution's expensive

Finance whips, finance clips

Spread our chips in the ghetto

Raising rebels with some fine ass tits

No champagne campaign, no ice on my wrist

While bred's dipp'n on feds, sipp'n on Criss

Out of my mind Ethiopian wine on my lips

Still ain't signed, the master mind

The master's mine. Hey!

[Hook]

Do you know what it means to have a revolution?

And what it takes to make a solution?

Still fighting against oppression

We're battling our depression

[Chuck D]

Back in your dome, where the rebels roam

[Griff]

The greatest weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed