Songtext zu 'Revolution' von Public Enemy

We was raised in these streets
on pork and poison meat
Now I recognize the beast and bare
the mark of the gold teeth
Puff on the rolled leaf and bust on the police
While yall playas are fakin bacon
we cook the whole beef.
I put it down plain, I stimulate
the left and right brain
Cell by cell and frame by frame.
Names, dates, are all inmaterial.
I big dick sick ryhme killer like cereal. I
Burn like venerial, and spit that
imperial wizardry that climbs
right through
The curcitry.
Choake your team for their cream
but that's as far as we go
Drop shit like seaguls and smash your little ego.
I get visions like stevie and coleco,
Give me 2000 live people
One late show no seaquel.
Ain't no equal in the flesh
I been through more evil than men do.
Nasty off the head and with the pen too!

[Chuck's verse]
Now I'm pissed
Easy to rhyme on tracks like this
The more things change
The more they remain the same
These games them vidiots
Playin on the brink of insane
Must be a hockey rink
Lost in their drink
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In pursuit of plain jane
I think man they think a
revolution be pretty in pink
Now in these new tracks
Some of these cats don't know how to act
All them criminal acts ain't got nuttin to do wit rap
One hand cuffuffed behind them backs in black
Quiet riot, yall can't hear one hand clap
Revolution is more than what you
hear and what you see
The mass reintroduction
Of society to society
Together we got 100 years of sobriety These clones
Who be flippin like new phones be surprisin me Turned out
They happy just to be in the house
So I'm a call emout
I ain't no church mouse Luvout

[Griff's verse]
master rap
Write a 16 and half of that
Then eat some mix greens after that
My raps niggerish black like licorice
While wack rappers get rich off some jibberish
The hoods begging for deliverance"g"
I'm just a hood figure to deliverance this
L y should get into the "sy"
I'm thinkng me and pe should have passed it on
Society's the menace
He get's more love than tennis
On the road to riches
Cause revolutions expensive
Finance whips. finance clips spend our chips
In the ghetto raising rebelz
with some fine azz tits.
No champagne no campaign no ice on my wrist
While bred'z dipp'n on fedz sipp'n on crys
Out of my mind ethiopian wine on my lips
Still ain't signed the master mind
The masters mine. hey!!!!

Back in your dome where the rebelz rome
The greatest weapon in the hands
of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed