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