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It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you Without a revolution anthem to load a tech to All respect to those who's doing it Makin improvements within the freedom movement Full clips and weapons for the people Against the evil, and all that bullshit they reppin Throw your fist up, don't get me mixed up with no man Grown man talkin about my own plans A rebel quality is the best thing I got from my old man Fightin for my own land, Cherokee blood boiling Oil in the chamber, the world ain't a stranger I love you all, but devils out there want to run you all The sunshine is somethin no one can escape When I cock back the hammer and blast ray at your face [Chorus] I get down for revolution I get down for revolution I get down for revolution The situation got me frustrated This is the Boston Tea Party updated We run out with guns out The suns shinin from up in the sky And for the hundredth time I'm wondering why The people paying tax SongtexteThe rich man's livin off the poor man's labor while he's breakin his back I hear them snap from here all the way to Liberia It don't seem real to ya until it happens in your own home No phone it's gone with the water and power Now are you gonna listen, we got to plan the mission Praise the lord, "hallelujah", pass the ammunition For the natives, this hatchet I bury it Cause they was taken from they're land by the hands of terrorists Christopher Columbus couldn't use a fucking compass But schools try to turn this zero into a hero I ask why, stand by I'm reading the facts As more chances pass by for us to take our freedom back We react, we need to crack the Liberty Bell But how ironic, that somebody already got it [Chorus] I get down for revolution I get down for revolution I get down for revolution The only king I ever loved was Martin Luther Spark the future, let the seeds know that we need growth Somebody asked me Sun Cease what you mean You always talkin about how we got to get free Don't you realize we're livin in the home of the brave I smacked the brother in the face and said we're livin in the home of the slaves You better wake up while I shake up the world You can't make up for centuries of oppression I teach a lesson with a shot through a cop's intestines Call me I'm crazy, but maybe I'm thinkin fine A forty-four can do a lot more than a picket sign Advanced shit, pipe bombs blow away your pamphlets And this is the way I'm blastin back, rap on tracks Put the bookmark in the Bible and pass the mac (x 7) Aus Songtexte Mania