[Intro] New York city in the early morning after a night of no electric power. What it did have in the dark streets was a wild outburst of crime. Arson, looting, mugging, and a thousand false fire alarms. At 9:34 last night it all went black [Verse 1] I pour some Yac for the days of way back The turn tables crates of wax turn to major to my earlier days My world was ablaze, black outs in the summer No electricity asked out Breaking down doors, my city was hungry We vandalized stores, poor No lights in the project hall Before the lootin' only 5 DJ crews was movin' Till people stole DJ equipment the numbers risin' Now there's friction First time in Bronx history DJ's poppin' up, there's more mixin' Everybody wants to be Flash His name on the flier The Grandmaster performin' live, no acclaim was higher He was king and the dream was to be like 'em Meanwhile C-Cypher's not around Firehouses shut down School was closed Grandmaster (?) our domes with rules Written inside the rap scrolls [Interlude] The revolution will not be televised [Verse 2] The revolution may not be televised And we wonderin' who the hell is Koch This man Koch wanted the mayor's seat And he's campaignin' like he can't be stopped Up in the Bronx they forever strong Don't ever try to play 'em weak The revolution may not ever be televised Books command the speech [Outro] I want to stress first my total outrage that at this hour the city of New York is still without power