Shades Of Culture - Who's That lyrics

INTRO "I don't mind telling you I've had three of my best men tailing you for The past two weeks trying to find out just who you really are." "D-Shade" "Who's that" [-- scratched by DJ Storm "Revolution" "Who's that" [-- scratched by DJ Storm "DJ Storm" "Who's that" [-- scratched by DJ Storm "Shades of Culture" "Who's that" [-- scratched by DJ Storm [Revolution] {D-Shade} Hello good evening, I'm the Revolution Won't you sit down and let me tell you about a person Who lives inside of me like an altered E-G-O Alternate personality from the one you already know {Your name is Brad} B-R-A-D, last name access excess(?) Straight from the battlefield tower where the MC Don't sit next to me, if your stressing Learned you lesson, I know they are few But you should {still count your blessings} f** off you might catch a bruise from the muse I deliver Get under your skin like a sliver Mad izms, I don't use skizms You already tasted the jism, so kick the spider licks She flirts, then I squirt just for kicks So chicks with big breasts go great with Ritz Crackers, yes I am a slacker Old school fool with this mind Fritz the Cat as backer f** your mental, paid the monthly rental So cook you like a lental, {but you ain't yental} Ayo, them so words felt good compared To what I'll drill to ya if you play games with the crew Snoops up buckle up, wear a cup 'cause it's kickin' Groin, you're much less in french, moin A lower level devil, I better with a mic chisel Chew you like grissel, your life looks dismal CHORUS [D-Shade] Tell me who is the crew with the flavour that's fat "Who's that" "the Shades up to bat" Tell me who is the crew with the flavour that's fat "Who's that" "the Shades up to bat" [D-Shade] {Revolution} Now when I flow, I get funky from the heart to the soul jack Hungry like the wolf, so I feed upon a {fat track} What dem can't see is them gal that we weed Deliver upon the sound, them done call it SOC So ayo, check your pocket ready to rock it Alright check it It's the Darker Shade of Culture on your block, now you're lookin' At me doing it my way, like Frank Sinatra Kick, trip and flip the script right to you like a cotter(?) See each and everytime we rap, we rap a little better Than the other time we rapped and in your face we see the {pleasure} But there always seems to be one out of many Trying to play the crew with the blues, Mr. Friendly But he can go and give a flying f** If I sling the slang, yeah it's either that or drug I'm headed straight for the {head}, like fist that your {lead} On your way to saying somehthing that you knew you would regret Wanna bet that I can get stiff with a mic check Never let a s**er get this 'til it's wreck When I connect with a left and a right, I keep my herbs tight Told you that tonight that the SOCs are gonna take flight So now you know, like ah Bell Biv Devoe And like Tina Turner we don't need another hero So, cheerio I got to go with the flow But just before we go, let me ????? you ought to know The exercise you get is from jumping to conclusions Step to the pack, you're leaving with a contusion I stepping and stressing without the words to provoke Yo, and when this sh** is done, do you smell smoke? CHORUS [Revolution] [D] Give props to the crew with the flavours that are fat [R] 1-51 is up to bat [D] Give props to the crews with the flavours that are fat [R] The Greenland crew is up to bat [D] Yo give props to the crews with the flavours that are fat [R] The crew called bliss is up to bat [D] Who's that over there getting busy with the tracks [R] The producer DJ Choice with beats that are fat