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Esham - The Rev. lyrics
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 PalmerEsham - The Rev. - http://motolyrics.com/esham/the-rev-lyrics.html
 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













