Revolutionist

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Don't even try it, punk You'll never have no wins here You got no friends here Your heart pumps fear, I know you've been scared I'm prepared To face the pressure when I put it on ya Blame your peoples y'all Somebody should have warned ya That the day would come When the truth would certify your lies Nigga be dickriders, it's like undercovers wearing wires Wanna infiltrate Wanna know what makes the god tick My voice is crucial to the track Like the snare and hard kick Each bar is sick, I spit phlegm in the form of gems Listen how I glisten, watch the storm begin Harsh winds, and then will come the downpour Succas be faking, Jacks don't know what they're down for I pop your dome with high incantation Your feeble ass brain still enslaved like on a plantation Like Frederick Douglass, I be the abolitionist Breaking your chains, a modern revolutionist [Chorus] Too many tears of sorrow, too many years of struggle Too many drops of blood, too many problems to juggle Too few jobs available, too few schools equipped Too few role models, so behold the revolutionist Too many tears of sorrow, too many years of struggle Too many drops of blood, too many problems to juggle Too few jobs available, too few schools equipped Too few role models, so behold the revolutionist [Verse 2] (Go ahead) The revolutionist I blessed, refuse to kiss ass Quit fast, I'm wearing the mask 'cause of my tormented past Swallow the pain, follow the mental terrain It takes a hell of [...] nowadays to maintain [...] bloodstain Face bruised and [...], eyes reflect agony Of dreams that were shattered, it never mattered To the so-called general public About my nation's situation And how we rise above it and they love it When we self-destruct and kill our home And the grade of responsability yes is still our own We should know by now That the system's designed for our demise If we are wise we'll be left behind The dollar size rule, but what about the fool Who falls victim to the material world Yo pick the jewel I can't see myself All my fame in that type of gem The rebel, the militant, yeah I'm not that type of man [Chorus] [Verse 3] Worldwide famine, poor people demanded That somebody do something soon And let's examine the facts Behind the violent acts, behind the daily gunplay The cocaine and the crack Thug season That's the reason for the trees and everybody wants to eat Some gotta resort the faithin', believin' That the hustling help 'em get by Well for anyone that gets over Another hundred will die Will I succumb? Will my heart grow numb ? Or will I save the world ? By using my mind like a gun Seems a better weapon, 'cause everybody got heat I know I carry mine, since the last time I got beat Ain't nothing sweet I turn a stickup kid to a soldier, put him down with the cause Make him feel real bold and more intelligent Plus aware of the tricknology, the revolutionist Grab your shit and follow me [Chorus]