[Nas: When we start...the revolution...all they'll probably do is squeal] [Nas: But chill]
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[Asheru] It's been a long time comin' Had a long rhyme runnin' through my head...
All mornin' since the early crack of dawn an' Seein' omens as a warnin' Stickin' out like an awnin' In places they don't belong My premonition is...
Strong, this shit don't feel right When bammers know better But do the opposite They claimin' they go-getters But what does profit get but Mo' money, mo' problems We break bread as if we have pockets With no bottoms Can't be further from the truth Like words spit in the booth Mixed down, packaged and shipped Then marketed to the youth But the real disconnect Is when shit goes unchecked Words become acts And kids lack respect Society points the finger Artists collect the check Any attempts to balance things out We reject We celebrate death Like we know the end is near I can't tell if it's fear Or if we truly don't care But me I'm for the living Live the art that I'm givin' Give my heart, that's a given Do my part cause I'm driven From the start I been hittin' With anti-nonsense And critics be so quick To label it conscious OK, you got me, Even though it's not me Completely, i see you Want to box me neatly Treat me as if what I'm sayin' ain't really real
[Nas: When we start the revolution all they'll probably do is squeal] [Nas: But chill]