Public Enemy - Revolution lyrics

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 y'all 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 k**er 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 sh** like seaguls and smash your little ego. I get visions like stevie and coleco, Give me two thousand live people One late show no sequel. Ain't no equal in the flesh I been through more evil than men do. Nasty off the head and with the pen too! 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 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 nothin' to do with rap One hand cuffuffed behind them backs in black Quiet riot ,y'all cant hear one hand clap Revolution is more than what you hear and what you see The ma** 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 I master rap Write a 16 and half of that Then eat some mix greens after that My raps n******gish 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 thinking me and pe should have pa**ed 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 a** 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