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Lookin' at my it's about that time To ascend with this art of Zen another Manifested in the miracle MC-in' Leading to a revolution is seeing
The mind as it rotates make no When I regulate, all the gens terminate 'Cause we cut and slice irrelevance to the And decapitate rappers that idolize Al
Or Hoffa not a hip-hop poppa Just a vigilante with the mic I shot ya Chopped up, beat 'em and we proceeded to tha Bells movin' quite well, so we got 'em up
Trained, raw, like Big Daddy Plus I'm born on the day as Kurt Cobain Rap Nirvana, call me the piranha Without the drama,
Don't get wrong, this revolution song the wind can blow your way for once A man is truly dead confident why we're all still waiting here so long
Astrologically, I'm the and the fish Made a wish, now I'm lyrical catalyst I don't eat fish, or hamburger But I eat 40 on a hot plate
great, magnificent and munificent This is militant, in significant To the people, masses, lower Making the of hard keloidal and flaccid
with backstage laminate sheet Unoriginal thoughts why we stay adamant Which we perceive to alter the Making wait, holding us up for hostage
I it, somewhere back in '96 When it's safe I'll play the game, I'm in the mix With a brand-new bag of and pixie dust Love hip-hop, pray it turns into lust, take it out
get this wrong, this revolution song Hoping the wind can your way for once A man is truly dead when That's why we're all still waiting so long
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Don't get this wrong, revolution song Hoping the wind can blow way for once A man is dead when confident That's why we're all still here so long
Commandante, back home Commandante, come back Commandante, come home why we're all still waiting here so long