The Revolution Rocks On

[Chuck D] All my people... [Hook] Do you know what it means to have a revolution? And what it takes to make a solution? Still fighting against oppression We're battling our depression [Society] Now we was raised in these streets on pork and poison meat Now I recognize the beast, bare the mark of the gold teeth Puff on the rolled leaf and bust on these police While y'all playas are fakin bacon we cook the whole beef I put it down plain, I stimulate that left and right brain, baby Cell by cell and frame by frame Names, dates, it's all immaterial: We big dicks sick rhyme killer like cereal I burn like venereal Spit that imperial wizardry that climbs right through the circuitry Choke your team for they cream, but that's as far as we go Drop shit like seagulls and smash your little ego I get visions like Stevie and Coleco Give me 2000 live people One late show and no sequel Ain't no equal in the flesh I been through more evil than men do Nasty off the head and with the pen too! [Chuck D] Now I'm pissed Easy to rhyme on tracks like this The more things change The more they remain the same These games, them vidiots Playin on the brink of insane Must be a hockey rink Lost up in they drink In pursuit of plain Jane, I think man They think a revolution be pretty in pink, man Now in these new tracks Some of these cats don't know how to act All them criminal acts ain't got nothin to do with rap; One hand cuffed behind them backs in black Quiet Riot, y'all can't hear one hand clap Revolution is more than what you hear and what you see: The mass reintroduction of society to society Together we got 100 years of sobriety These clones who be flippin like new phones be surprisin me Turned out, they just happy to be in the house So I call em out; You know I ain't no church mouse! Love out The revolution rocks on, the revolution rocks on [Griff] I master rap Write a 16 and half of that Then eat some mixed greens after that My rap's niggerish black like licorish While wack rappers gettin rich off some jibberish The hood's begging for deliverance G I'm just a hood figure to deliver this L Y should get into the "Sy," I'm thinking me and P.E. should have passed it on Society's the menace He's got more love than tennis On the road to riches Cause revolution's expensive Finance whips, finance clips Spread our chips in the ghetto Raising rebels with some fine ass tits No champagne campaign, no ice on my wrist While bred's dipp'n on feds, sipp'n on Criss Out of my mind Ethiopian wine on my lips Still ain't signed, the master mind The master's mine. Hey! [Hook] Do you know what it means to have a revolution? And what it takes to make a solution? Still fighting against oppression We're battling our depression [Chuck D] Back in your dome, where the rebels roam [Griff] The greatest weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed