[Revolution]
From New York to tayron, the mic terrorist
With the heads so hard, I`m leaving Tyson with a bloody fist
Riddle me this
You`re confused as to how I got you`re bomb defused
I use words to dismantle crews
[D-Shade]
Keeping them blinded by my crown jewels, a daily operation
The ??? foundation will be in need of repairation
When I start aiming at the ones contaminated
A yo, I break them off and send them back to basic training
[Revolution]
I got skills like the saw
Or skills without the first ???
You best to protect ya soul
We got the voodoo like curses
You`re taken out with verses
Or down with one verse
Like Gregory Issacs, you`ll be nedding a night nurse
[D-Shade]
And D-Shade will flip the text
To keep them phony raps scared to death
I bless the mic with heated speech like dragon breath
Ain`t taking half steps
Solidify my fortress
Put the cops to rest because they can`t see beyond the flesh
CHORUS: [D-Shade]
We got to reach our goal
Without selling our soul
Without nobody else pushing our buttons and controls
Ain`t wasting time taking steps that`s ineffective
Move as a collective to reach the main objective
REPEAT
[Revolution]
So why you got to step up, fronting like you bad
Ass at the club, as to opposed to the way you acting mad
Can`t you see we be the mic murder maker
Ain`t the faker, the one who made your girl the ass shaker
>From ultra-terrestrial, higher plains of brain power
Unleash mindstates to witness the rebirth of the sacred flower
Meltdown like freemont(?) Islands, stay silent
Or crews get the blues like shine by ? ?
[D-Shade]
Some will get paralyzed when they staring into these cold eyes
I`m making them realize that they getting analyzed
Before I vaporize they whole set, we don`t connect
And all that`s left to do is to wet `em with these verbal tech-
-Niques that leave them weak, unable to speak
I make them retreat and send them back to shit`s creak
`Cause these guys are like fruit flies trying to get some juice
Here comes the fly swatter, a yo put up your dukes
CHORUS
[Revolution]
They always acting wacky, I got Shades to back me
Up while I rap or sitting back eating acky (?)
And Salt Fish, my microphone is like a canon (say what, say what)
On the mic I be the manic
[D-Shade]
I`m off to the crib, keeping my grip so that I don`t slip
Staying out of slumps like the batters who got a lot of hits
And a .450 average, I`m doing damage to your cabbage
Shoot the gifts like Mavericks, while these fools can barely manage
[Revolution]
We be the phattest, dangerous like a gat is
Farther underground than a Barvarian illuminatist
It`s what the facts is, it ain`t a riddle
Pockets full of pyramids with the eye in the middle
[D-Shade]
That`s why we cripple the oppostion
Leaving them playing second fiddle with broken strings
Yo, that shit is typical
They mediocre, I eat `em up like mediocra(?)
I keep y`all clocking my weight like the media does to Oprah
CHORUS
My rap... (scratched several times)
My rap is therapy
REPEAT
