Children of the Revolution

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Slaine] Yeah, yeah, check it out Antidepressants and anti vibe nose candy, tan yon high Red huffy bike propping nanny on the handle bars I push the Dukes of Hazzard big wheel, pulled the brake Chase the ice cream truck down the street Full mistake Caught a cramp, Fat Boys style since a youngin Ketchup stains on my shirt, look what I'm becoming Reagan got shot, Bush became president later Clinton got his dick sucked, Ken style was a hater About your pose voice drop Yeah, got an oct to blow Lugers My socks when I rocked them yo [plaguer ribbed sugar raiser ? hotdog] The fix is in The best cars are made right in Michigan Listening to Beastie Boys on cassette deck from a boombox Pedophile rumors from the king with the moonwalk Moms calling out my name I ain't in for dinner yet TVs with antennas that was way before the internet [Hook x2] Look at the news on the TV as the world turns I saw the world change and the World Trade burn I don't believe in hardly anything but evolution They should have killed us all, the children of the revolution [Verse 2: ILL Bill] Guidos rocking Pete Rose hairdos and speedos While Scarface schooled us all on how to move was a kilo We went from rocking Michael Jackson and Hall and Oates To rocking 8 ball jackets and 8 balls of coke Seen the 80s when the dukie truck chains was called ropes And Dapper Dan splashed Gucci logos on all of his clothes Reaganomics was popping So was Riker's Island and Spofford In '87, '88 half of my projects was locked up Same time as Iran contra and Ollie North Dreams of Def Jam, Profile, Tommy Boy Ralph McDaniels in the afternoon passed the shrooms Light the weed, catch me in the apartment 2C Playing Break Street on my Commodore 64 Listening to breakbeats, Mr. Magic and Marley Marl Either that or a new 68 The world turns while the revolution's viewed with a shifty face [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Slaine] People man DJing in a park with the lethal hands Puerto rican man Jamaican playing with perico grands Gorbachev birthmark on his head, the wars off Slayer and Metallica besides that his sword is soft Met a wise Public Enemy Voice of the ghetto vizor Evolution of a revolution is televised Bin laden in the CIA now they telling lies Escobar, King in South America and selling pies [Verse 4: ILL Bill] The devil rise as another empire falls The enterprise allies on weaponized fire balls At first claiming a higher cause As soon central lies intelligence reveal their bottom plans on then I ain't yours We went from innocence to cynicism From heavy metal lyricists to hip-hop lyricism From animation to live action, suspended animation To sleepers cells To Manchurian assassins [Hook x2]