R(E)Volution

Dropped from out the clouds, had to change form

Flooded the plains, had 'em praying for my brainstorms

I'm a master, pieced from divine

Every work of art got a bitter mob trying to frame jawn

I'm heir to an era of conflict

Where the post codes drawn so the pros and the cons split

Professionals been robbin' hoods with a palm flick

Gave to the poor and the Black the stigmata of convict

See, the cross we bear is too familiar

Embedded in the home of the brave, the darkest of interiors

Saw street scholars and soldiers defect

'Cause they post-traumatic stressed from the American experience

Go off then

I'm finna go all in

Murk every line came before this delivery, make orphans

See, my heart bleed from the hardship in my origins

My great grand sold for a band at Southern auctions

It's the razor edge in my cadence that shredded through these paper trails

Only alphabet boys I trust is NOI and Els

Only alchemy justify the nuggets I expel

Inner city idol trying to be the next Ida Wells, Roc

I don't know what you might've heard

But we ain't going nowhere but up

Got a whole squad dressed in all black

Got the streets on notice, what up?

They want us in the same place

Ain't nobody ever gonna really change nothing but us

Hello, this is revolution, get on up

Born queen with a street type of etiquette

That's why I rule over every subject and predicate

Scrawl these searing indictments on every edifice

Symbols of my holy cabal the only evidence

Look, 'scuse the venom in my rap tone

'Cause more often than sweet, life served vinegar in Black homes

More specifically where fire lit them crack stones

War on drugs turned a fiend to felon in a snap, gone

Inspired ire in my diatribe

'Cause polished liars trying to tell us that Shabazz is a dying tribe

So I'ma turn this pen and tablet to a tabernacle

So them jinns can't distinguish God from me, I and I

Spit the twelve jewels to free 'em from the thirteenth

This a clear view like babies seeing from the first blink

They can't buy the spirit from our nation, cut the purse strings

Gene pool established, ancestors was the first link

Guarantee we finna recoup

Stunting recovered Ghanaian gold on the molars of every tooth

We buying back the blocks, Black Wall Street pursuit

If we fell couple of times, the rise absolute, trust me

I don't know what you might've heard

But we ain't going nowhere but up

Got a whole squad dressed in all black

Got the streets on notice, what up?

They want us in the same place

Ain't nobody ever gonna really change nothing but us

Hello, this is revolution, get on up

I don't know what you might've heard

But we ain't going nowhere but up

Got a whole squad dressed in all black

Got the streets on notice, what up?

They want us in the same place

Ain't nobody ever gonna really change nothing but us

Hello, this is revolution, get on up