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[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

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