war scripts with battle depictions add to description/
that you vision with graphic dimensions through these written convictions/
blood spills from mid air, like it just lives their to dampen your livin'/
and silently write these words to fight the world and their evident encryptions/
so you expect me to believe i can do whatever i think i can/
im not dumb damn, goverments write codes on how to break down a black man/
taking the flow back, when we had pop rocks and ashy elbows/
back to when fashion statements were youre 40 dollar shell toes/
so hell no, i wont be forced to a life that you portray to live vividly/
and for you to get rid of me, murder my bars so you can display your hate physically/
but mentally i'll torture more foreman and upper class objects/
and build walls to protect my safe zone, my fake home in the projects/
i keep makin these songs for a hope that the future is more pure than the past/
i want anarchy a battling mass that throws tantrums at countries anthems to fast/
so would you look at me as a nuissance because of these true spits that influence you to do this/
do what, hes ruthless, truthless, foolish, but somehow hes a genius in his music/
rebelling is useless, so i part martyrs and hand charters for immidiate confusion/
and yell on a podium, to viewers look at whose holdin em, start the revolution!/
and wake up like damn what an impossible conclusion.......

revolution! is just a step away from breaking/
making secure homes shaking and views breath taking/
a beautiful catasrophe, to master beats so rapidly/
and capture these graphic streets and talk about them magically/4x

so now your asking me to change my persona for a dollar/
i know i oughta, my baby's expectin a new daughter/
but who taught ya, and brought ya from your baby scripts/
i sold my soul to the devil, then he gave me his/
nothing else is working God, but maybe this/
but im sure that if my gravy splits, that i'll get on a track and slay these spits/
ive been split in two so now im spittin half heartin, departin you pardons/
after i 'implant phatness' to your 'chest' like dally parton/
who you know discardin the planet then slammin on brakes just so shake your fitted looks/
while spitten hooks, i some how devise my plan to try the man and re write your written books/
you doing what? its an ubsurd thought that sparks the hearts of millions to try and follow/
and smash these trees holding emcees, because theyre just alike old and hollow/
its time to change your view of who and what is rap, and the difference in hip hop/
im taking over the world, with diamonds in pearls i found in writing so no fake emcees in this spot/
this sh1ts hott, dont hold it just admire how i lay down tracks with an elegance unforgotten/
im rotten, while your stomaches knotting, knowing that im never slowing and have no intentions of stopping/
and as it ends i still defend what ive said is clear/
hatred is built on fear, sadness is filled with tears, and the new world revolution is here!/

revolution! is just a step away from breaking/
making secure homes shaking and views breath taking/
a beautiful catasrophe, to master beats so rapidly/
and capture these graphic streets and talk about them magically/

until the beat fades out

its long i know but its worth it

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