Anatomy of a Revolutionary

[Verse 1: CF] Who would have thought back then I'd be blacking, face on the evening news Not cause no crime but because my kind and enjoying my time at a BBQ With my loved ones, my cousins, no thuggin', bumping a little bit of R&B Some Marvin Gaye, a little bit of Sade but the Jakes they want to fuck with me So the block is popping and Papi pumping his Spanish music Only black dude in the hood and I'm pushing my Panther movement Everybody dancing, grooving, no problems happy moods and No nasty attitudes and just an average family reunion Well, out of no where come this pig from hell Jezebel she's a dominatrix With her cuffs and stick and gun and clip for any confrontation Type of chick that will blast first, won't have words no conversation Stormed in with no warrant for my stereo to confiscate it Fuck that, first they take your drums then they take your freedom But not in here this Congo Square and every we slave we freed them She asked for my I'd I said nah B where the fuck your papers at I said this is my backyard, she said, "Act hard, and I'm gonna make you pay for that" [Hook: CF] The blood of Jesus Christ, the head of William Wallace The heart of Che Guevera, the hands of Victor Jara The eyes of Martin Luther, visions of Pat Lamumba The legs of Jessie Owens we marching to the future March with me march with me Who cares if they're shooting? March with me march with me We got to keep on moving March with me march with me And soon you'll see The evolution of a revolutionary [Verse 2: CF] To the pigs, I'm the felon and the bitch started yelling and she called my mama a fat fuck In front of my kids, ain't no telling when I kicked this rebellion off, we gonna act up Better call your back up it's bad luck on my property You're out of bounds, this is hollowed ground so why you got to fuck with me So they slapped my mama, grab my father and hit my little sister Put her on the ground, ripped off her gown, and then they pistol whipped her This altercation led to an escalation So I went in my basement came back with guns blazing Like bo bo bo bo, 50 shots from Sean Bell down to the Po Po Bo bo bo bo, 41 shots from Dialo's Glock killer -- oh no Loco Larry Davis, got the whole place barricaded On the rooftop bout to make my thing sing serenade them while I pop me a Perry Mason And my wife look hot got a good shot; Sarah Palin, won't go down for interrogation We was trying to very patient, now we got more variation Talking White, Black, Brown, Red, Yellow, twitter my situation Worldstar, Facebook, wilding out like an Arab nation [Hook] [Verse 3: CF] We Waco, Texas, the state against us, to politicians we obscene We in Masada, intifada come and bring in your S.W.A.T team We're God's dream, nah mean some may say it's prophecy Like Nehemiah we're freedom fighters, so now we're going to fuck with you Like Attica, automatic guns and ready for the massacre No incendiary cause the military might bomb our house just like John Africa's So tell the news it's gone down, zealous dudes like John Brown Rebel Army headquarters, Fela Kuti's compound Special Ops trying to get in my home On the roof top with their predator drones But a force field is protecting my zone So we ain't never gonna their federal loans You got the Army, Navy, Marines on my cellular phone We got Arawak African ancestors, we're never alone We got Oscar Grant, Trayvon, Fred Hampton; every dude you slained Warrior spirits and the bullets can pierce them in front of my house like a human chain With shells repelling, Hell's rebellion, we don't need to escape God's protection spreading all over my section, fuck your police state [Hook]