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Otis Spann - Revolution lyrics
[Celph Speaking]
 Whattup whattup whattup
 [Crypt Speaking]
 Yo, OS, Celph Titled baby
 What's goin' down
 [Celph Speaking]
 My niggaz, yo spit that shit
 [Crypt The Warchild]
 I'ma known beast sick with it full blown speech
 Buryin' bones deep beneath the stone streets
 Stampedin the globe deep with the Pharaohs so don't sleep
 We flame arrow your dome piece but when these cannibals go eat
 I'ma cannon with no leash no hammer and no heat
 Spit at random anytime acapella with no beat
 Believe me dog cyclop vision I see through fog
 Y'all transparent niggaz on tape I see through y'all
 Like a crystal ball, my dogs gnaw till ya tissues gone shook
 When niggaz ran to they pistols to hit you hard
 This games a fixed neck, go ahead and pick your card
 Like playin' Russian roulette by yaself on a trip to Mars
 I break atoms in the same fashion I spit these bars
 Put barbwire on my mic rip it tight till it slips and scars
 Outerspace get it right we shift and drift from y'all
 Outerspace get it right we shift and drift from y'all
 [Outerspace X2]
 It's a revolution, a new state of mind
 We bringin' hip hop back with new ways to rhyme
 Yesterday it was dark but today we shine
 Tryin' to make the best out these last days in time
 [Planetary]
 Stick me in a room with a track Celph Title madeOtis Spann - Revolution - http://motolyrics.com/otis-spann/revolution-lyrics.html
 No tellin' where my ink flow it's like a tidal wave
 Battle emcees dog I survived those days
 Now it's murderous spittin' fire those pyros crave
 Makin' joints from the gutter, the grittiest rhyme
 Sorry if you think I'm rude I get too shitty at times
 I'm with Crypt on barstools talkin' rep, cars and pool
 Tryin' to build foundation with no garage and tools
 With a squad that bruise anybody who act
 Outta order Q-Demented will demolish you cats
 Outta water outta food, we grisslin' niggaz
 Don't speak, cuz you know your body fittin' in rivers
 Don't sleep, does who slept don't pose a threat
 We runnin' with the Army now Pharaohs to the death
 We are, what you hard renegades wanna be
 We spit regardless, no matter center stage or the street
[Chorus X2]
 [Celph Titled]
 Yo, first off let me say fuck you and fuck dead homies
 You got beef with me you got beef with my cronies
 And when it come to machineguns, we fire Tommy's like Sony
 Leave you missin' from your tribe like Jahrobee
 We block buster spot rushers; my shots musta'
 Let off from the glock and sprayed you down like crop dusters
 I rock mustard color Timbs the same ones that busted ya chin
 Celph Titled and Outerspace the spicks is at it again
 Get a number for it to drop through
 See me with a 4-4 when I drop through
 That's my bitch and I don't think she likes you
 And all that bullshit about let there be light
 It wasn't that easy plus I gave life to Christ
 Immortalized my story noticed that I eternally rep
 Bring mother Mary to Maury Povich paternity test
 Their ain't a nigga that can play, that's preposterous G
 Cuz I'll make sure ya album is released posthumously














