Revolutionary Ride Music

Lyrics

[These lyrics are intentionally locked and left partial due to a DMCA takedown request. Please do not edit the lyrics to include the removed sections.] [Intro] Nickel DJ EFN Droog O Cizzle [Verse 1: Your Old Droog] [Chorus: REKS] This is what you call revolutionary ride music Vibe to it, there ain't no telling who I influence (My lifestyle) ignorance and intelligence (Blowing clouds of loud, mixing up the elements) [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] Started out a featherweight, worked my way to heavyweight Started drinking every day, the lord took my legs away Told me I was speeding so I slowed down and I told him I don't need them, I'ma sober up and levitate Some call it a spiritual awakening But the feeling down my spine I got from not making It gave me a fearing chill from laziness Nobody wants to fold, regardless if you unfold You know it's real when your own call and put you on hold But all praises due to the most high Hope both my daughters know before I die I thought they were beautiful I'm laughing all the way to the bank, see I get it Envision, everybody that paint just can't be Banksy My spirit is the clearest it's ever been, with no distractions Except maybe my bitch overreacting But based off of past shit that I put her through she halfway forgave me for I would say she acting how she supposed to be acting I'm just a real nigga straight from my mother's stomach Ain't enough cloth for all of us to be cut from it Mark my words, my words shall leave marks on these street corners And y'all are gonna pay me homage [Chorus: REKS] This is what you call revolutionary ride music Vibe to it, there ain't no telling who I influence (My lifestyle) ignorance and intelligence (Blowing clouds of loud, mixing up the elements) [Verse 3: O.C.] When I'm on I sound off in this Prepare for war, everything's fair game as I Lock on the target, pop it and aim Exotic weed, indulge your brain But those a whole 'nother strain Arabic ties to my government name and shit Head blow harder than a martyr strapped with a bomb to his body, word is bond Quantum of Solace, acknowledge the service providers EFN, from MIA to NY his reach extends I got that zen-like flow, as I dive into a meditative state like Zo Now I'm narrating in the zone Reciprocating love with crazy hugs so I'm all good Pop bottles of pain, twist them backwoods Then form a cypher and spark a bonfire On these NY streets of concrete and barbed wire This applied to the users, this is what you call revolutionary ride music [Chorus: REKS] This is what you call revolutionary ride music Vibe to it, there ain't no telling who I influence (My lifestyle) ignorance and intelligence (Blowing clouds of loud, mixing up the elements)