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Esham - The Rev lyrics
I'm not taking enough medicine, I know I'm sick in the mother fucking head These niggers think I'm nice, You don't know me very well do you? Check this shit out As I take a dose of this medicine Now watch me sin Take a sniff of this boy, I'm the real McCoy Real nutty, just like Almond Joy Screamin' I want that nigger dead and when you dead I'ma enjoy Haunting and taunting the microphone Reconstruct your brain and fuck up your chromosomes On my own since a toddler 45 bullets swallower Footprints burn in the sand Cause all my shit be kickin' Just like Japan, chop off your hands Ya fall off you're done Who's number one with the bloody bullets From the gun, that shot the rapper down No more will he see the sun The U-N-H-O-L-Y, while the revolution, has begun And it will not be televised, bitch ass nigga 666, bloody mic in my hand Rolex ain't worth no fucking 30 grand Half y'all niggas can't stand on your own two feet You ain't nothin' but a worm who needs to be 6 feet deep Water When I'm in Cleveland I be in the projects I be smokin' wet Seein' all types of shit things that my mind won't never forget And I am, sacrilegious And still block indigious My voodoo's just as true as Andy Palmer But I warned ya The day will come when niggas will fill this prophecy And if they ever do you might go crazy from what you see Make you wanna be blind Some say I see too much But I see straight through your mind You brain's so close I can touch it And the revolution, will not be televised for your punk ass You don't even know, you're stupid I shot a hole in my television set On the presidents announcement Cause little do he know, Aliens is plottin' on the government But the suicidal sick, Mother fucker still livin' Murder ride driven The dead has arisen The neighborhood's the prisons, Is anybody listenin'? Or is niggas just blowin' bubbles sittin' around whistlin'? Hello, bitch, is anybody in there? And women don't know they can change this shit But they so busy tryin' to shake their tits Money, in god we trust, lust and bustful But still don't trust no force Beware of the pale white force Knock your punk ass off course Of course, the revolution will not be televised For no punk ass nigga Yo, yo I said, The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised, It will not be televised |
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