Verse 1:
This is a message from the son of a wino
Conceived in a song that was birthed on a vinyl
Ode to the Bible's book of Deuteronomy
The musicology quality numerology
My number seven or eighteen minus eighteen
The way I say things more like audible paintings
My brother Russ get a rush from the sample
My man who's a prophet like Daniel enhance you
Vince is a rocket scientist with an iron fist
Studied the sciences of sounds and different kinds of rifts
A minor shift from the normal
More like DJ Quik with the twist and not the cornrows
I'm on folks with another look
Finished a couple books, here to trouble Bush
Check the brother's hook
Chorus (Russell Tate):
The revolution is a humble resistance
And gotta play these hits
[?] the sickest[?] rhyme
Penetrate these times
With a most high insistence
Why can't we just give in to [?] love movement
Verse 2:
They say I'm getting sensitive, I've been sensitive
You ain't sensitive? You insensitive
You tryna be a tough guy, it's crazy yo
I never prayed I would be tough but that guy made me whole
Y'all ain't balanced, you need a mother and a father
These guys claiming to be n*ggas never had a father
These girls claiming to be b*tches, mama didn't bother
I've been on both ends, I've chosen to live with honor
The ancestors on my back ‘cause they owners bruised
I'm teaching brothers how to walk who never owned they shoes
March with me, this is the theme streamed and pressed up
And guess what? What? This ain't even the best of
The revolution is upon us now
You need more than dogs and hoses to calm us down
This that proper sound the young doctor found
He had a dream sort of like what I have now
It says
Chorus (Russell Tate):
The revolution is a humble resistance
And gotta play these hits
[?] the sickest[?] rhyme
Penetrate these times
With a most high insistence
Why can't we just give in to [?] love movement
(*O'hene's closing comments*)