[Revolution] From New York to tayron the mic terrorist With the heads so hard I'm leaving Tyson with a bloody fist Riddle me this You're confused as to how I got you're bomb defused I use words to dismantle crews [D Shade] Keeping them blinded by my crown jewels a daily operation The ??? foundation will be in need of repairation When I start aiming at the ones contaminated A yo I break them off and send them back to basic training [Revolution] I got skills like the saw Or skills without the first ??? You best to protect ya soul We got the voodoo like curses You're taken out with verses Or down with one verse Like Gregory Issacs, you'll be nedding a night nurse [D-Shade] And D-Shade will flip the text To keep them phony raps scared to death I bless the mic with heated speech like dragon breath Ain't taking half steps Solidify my fortress Put the cops to rest because they can't see beyond the flesh
CHORUS: [D-Shade] We got to reach our goal Without selling our soul Without nobody else pushing our buttons and controls Ain't wasting time taking steps that's ineffective Move as a collective to reach the main objective REPEAT
[Revolution] So why you got to step up, fronting like you bad Ass at the club, as to opposed to the way you acting mad Can't you see we be the mic murder maker Ain't the faker, the one who made your girl the ass shaker >From ultra-terrestrial, higher plains of brain power Unleash mindstates to witness the rebirth of the sacred flower Meltdown like freemont(?) Islands, stay silent Or crews get the blues like shine by ? ? [D-Shade] Some will get paralyzed when they staring into these cold eyes I'm making them realize that they getting analyzed Before I vaporize they whole set, we don't connect And all that's left to do is to wet 'em with these verbal tech- -Niques that leave them weak, unable to speak I make them retreat and send them back to shit's creak 'Cause these guys are like fruit flies trying to get some juice Here comes the fly swatter, a yo put up your dukes
[Revolution] They always acting wacky, I got Shades to back me Up while I rap or sitting back eating acky (?) And Salt Fish, my microphone is like a canon (say what, say what) On the mic I be the manic [D-Shade] I'm off to the crib, keeping my grip so that I don't slip Staying out of slumps like the batters who got a lot of hits And a .450 average, I'm doing damage to your cabbage Shoot the gifts like Mavericks, while these fools can barely manage [Revolution] We be the phattest, dangerous like a gat is Farther underground than a Barvarian illuminatist It's what the facts is, it ain't a riddle Pockets full of pyramids with the eye in the middle [D-Shade] That's why we cripple the oppostion Leaving them playing second fiddle with broken strings Yo, that shit is typical They mediocre, I eat 'em up like mediocra(?) I keep y'all clocking my weight like the media does to Oprah
"My rap..." (scratched several times) "My rap is therapy" REPEAT
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