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[VERSE 1] I'm askin Bush about restitution Till then we execute the execution With pressing and distribution Throw the fist for revolution With revolution producin I evolved in your evolution And I'm involved in your forever losin A problem with no solution In a critical state, my state is critical We live as a team or we die as individuals A lot unoriginal, analog or digital Get it done in the physical, everyday ritual With food for thought that'll get you full For hip-hop habitual Surrounded by criminals At different times and different intervals The fake ones I hate ones Yo, I validate sum when they allocate funds Roll legit with your legalized guns like they do Ice your charms, you got the right to bear arms [CHORUS] [DJ Revolution cuts up] (It's time to take matters in our hands) [Inspectah Deck] (So uplift the mind, rise and shine) Letras de canciones [AG] (So let's all get ours and stop tryin to get yours) [VERSE 2] You'se the type we used to send to the store on a beer run You want a new asshole, nigga, I'ma tear one I shoot a fair one, drive to the hole and get a And1 On any day, a three point play Now we gon' riot not march cause the game's up a notch I don't rhyme about a watch or rocks or straight shots of scotch Lots of trees, takin care of the seeds To get to the grass I had to shift through the weeds Shiftin my steez above the 33rd degrees Hotter than the 100 degrees in the sun with no breeze My ability wouldn't allow me to go out willingly I'm a asset, not a liability Bitches be eye-fuckin, hope I die fuckin Why you livin your life if you ain't livin for nothin If I point at you with my point of view I'ma show you what the power of the pen can do [CHORUS] From Letras Mania