The Rev

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