Woorden:
Dj Revolution

up Gold diggers, back up Broke niggaz, back up I suggest, I suggest that you, back up Everybody knows Pits got tight raps When I'm in the club DJ's

t stop me I'm on fire tonight The Borg can't stop me (I'm on fire tonight) Because I've got space game And it feels all right Yo, DJ Hal, bring that

like blue sunshine (Blue sunshine) Oh, we're ascending and we'll never die 'Cause when we kiss, red rose, we're changing 6 to 9 It's revolution time

Like government officials tryin to justify Vietnam I leave niggaz traumatized, like they momma died And they was responsible for the drive-by homicide And I don't market revolution

artists were beasts of burden for industry That dream is over with And now we find ourselves awakened at the time of revolution because we cannot call

you lyrical And that's pitiful, so my position is pivotal You can hate me all you like but you worship the principle I inspire revolution, the government

to your castle like the Moors in Europe They treat street vendors like criminal riff-raff While politicians get the corporate kickbacks (snakes) [Chorus: Immortal Technique] Harlem Renaissance, a revolution

Immortal Technique and DJ Green Lantern Third World mother fuckers! [Immortal Technique] I'm from where the gold and diamonds are ripped from the earth

given billions of US tax dollars to fund civil wars, right wing death squads, execute political dissidents, sympathetic clergy and, even overthrow democratically elected governments. And so the age of revolution