them Calvary [Verse 1: Tupac] Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme [echo] Introduce a drug called crack To us ghetto teens [echo] Got a
I'm from the home of a million legends and trend settin A lot of footsteps to follow, I've been steppin Mind stressin tryin to find a record crime shreddin
sinners A saint without a cause We're not listening We're not listening I'm gonna start a revolution Of convoluted disillusion (Start a revolution) I'll lead a
your niggas But if you ain't talking about no money Nigga you really ain't talking no sense Out of line wid out a dime, Motherfucker you got me ready
With the heat comes a new kind of wanting Cool nights never cooled us off Lay around and wait for something to happen When it is three lonely figures A bedroom, a
: There's a quiet Revolution going on, Like a fire in every corner of the world, And friends that you have known for many years, Are talking with a new
: I wish that answers were easy as questions And I had the right suggestions But I'm lost again without a friend to talk to And I don't want to hurt
a Judgement a blaze, blaze ya And Babylon a gamble the youth dem life like racehorse And gi dem a uniform and a shave dem head with razors And now the clock a
I want to talk to you all of you) Carry the news Now Lucy looks sweet 'cause he dresses like a queen But he can kick like a mule it's a real mean team
a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a minute ! Now listen here people ! I?m talkin? about the death of rock and roll, And who killed it. I?m talkin
: [Originally by Cock Sparrer] Everybody's talking about revolution and Everybody's talking about smashing the state. Sounds to me like the final solution
's hooks [Chorus] They're hunting us down here with Liberty's light A handshaking double talking procession of the mighty Pursued by a T.V. crew and coming after them A
helpless, Til someone comes along on a mission and yells "bitch" A visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution, Pollutin' the air waves a rebel
at?) Climped out of a nice house, Through the front window and heard this guy shout "Hey that's my couch, bitch!" Pull a nine out during a rhyme bout
Boogaloo dudes (And I want to relate to you) Carry the news Now Lucy looks sweet cause he dresses like a queen but he can kick like a mule it's a real
too hard We had blue suede shoes on our feet A revolution in France and James Brown's dance A new world coming our way We'd talk that talk in the streets
during wartime lie. A call to action and a reaction, Taking our lives in our own hands, Instead of sitting around and talking about the same old shitty
