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*)