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Dropped from out the clouds, had to change form Flooded the plains, had 'em praying for my brainstorms I'm a master, pieced from divine Every work of art got a bitter mob trying to frame jawn I'm heir to an era of conflict Where the post codes drawn so the pros and the cons split Professionals been robbin' hoods with a palm flick Gave to the poor and the Black the stigmata of convict See, the cross we bear is too familiar Embedded in the home of the brave, the darkest of interiors Saw street scholars and soldiers defect 'Cause they post-traumatic stressed from the American experience Go off then I'm finna go all in Murk every line came before this delivery, make orphans See, my heart bleed from the hardship in my origins My great grand sold for a band at Southern auctions It's the razor edge in my cadence that shredded through these paper trails Only alphabet boys I trust is NOI and Els Only alchemy justify the nuggets I expel Inner city idol trying to be the next Ida Wells, Roc I don't know what you might've heard But we ain't going nowhere but up Got a whole squad dressed in all black Got the streets on notice, what up? SongtexteThey want us in the same place Ain't nobody ever gonna really change nothing but us Hello, this is revolution, get on up Born queen with a street type of etiquette That's why I rule over every subject and predicate Scrawl these searing indictments on every edifice Symbols of my holy cabal the only evidence Look, 'scuse the venom in my rap tone 'Cause more often than sweet, life served vinegar in Black homes More specifically where fire lit them crack stones War on drugs turned a fiend to felon in a snap, gone Inspired ire in my diatribe 'Cause polished liars trying to tell us that Shabazz is a dying tribe So I'ma turn this pen and tablet to a tabernacle So them jinns can't distinguish God from me, I and I Spit the twelve jewels to free 'em from the thirteenth This a clear view like babies seeing from the first blink They can't buy the spirit from our nation, cut the purse strings Gene pool established, ancestors was the first link Guarantee we finna recoup Stunting recovered Ghanaian gold on the molars of every tooth We buying back the blocks, Black Wall Street pursuit If we fell couple of times, the rise absolute, trust me I don't know what you might've heard But we ain't going nowhere but up Got a whole squad dressed in all black Got the streets on notice, what up? They want us in the same place Ain't nobody ever gonna really change nothing but us Hello, this is revolution, get on up I don't know what you might've heard But we ain't going nowhere but up Got a whole squad dressed in all black Got the streets on notice, what up? They want us in the same place Ain't nobody ever gonna really change nothing but us Hello, this is revolution, get on up Aus Songtexte Mania