Eye Out Remix

54th Platoon

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    [D-Shade] {Revolution}
    SOC coming again, once again hard hitting
    We ain't nothing like jackets, only styles that be ripping
    Break weak rhymes in two, because we're Heavy like D
    And as we head to the hill with a well built beat
    The clock, not because we got lots of time for the rhyme and the hip-hop
    Tell me was it ever thought ????
    And when you try to knock
    Knock I hear you knocking but you can't come in
    You ex-ager-ate the situation
    Then you have a cramp to stop and listen
    Now see it's famous Amos with his head up his anus
    But now we SOC, or should I (say)
    Sort of cuss when we buss with the {fly stuff}
    You never knew we had enough to get rough and tough
    Like to puff, where oh where
    And why should I live in fear from those who don't really care
    {I am on individual}, before the simple numerals
    On a piece of plastic, treat me like a slapstick
    Jokes on you Jack, director's living large and fat
    Rapping while he's laying down in luxury's lap
    Getting money in (stacks) because of a (tax)
    On top of a tax, now what the hell is that
    We the people as a human race are free
    But it sure don't seem that it gotta be a slave to pay a fee
    For this or that, for the clothes on your back
    Everything's got a cost, for so long it's been like that
    What's the price on a life when it's taken a presidence
    Nobody know because they try to close (our eyes to this)

    CHORUS [Revolution] {D-Shade}
    I keep an eye out eye out, keep an eye out
    I keep an eye out eye out, (watch your back)
    I keep an eye out eye out, keep an eye out
    I keep an eye out for the knife while my brothers watch my back
    I keep an eye out eye out, keep an eye out
    I keep an eye out eye out, (watch your back)
    I keep an eye out eye out, keep an eye out
    {I keep an eye out for the knife while my brothers watch my back}

    [Revolution]
    Let's see
    I hit my tow and it was sonic
    The next branch up on the tree is marked free
    The rough styles, the boom bap is gettin' fatter
    Bounce back like rubber, so you leggo leggo leggo
    Bring back the radio styles that got buried
    'Cause the guy who lived at the country store (didn't know what it was)
    Freedom of speech got lost in the mix
    It's full of tricks, just check the fine print
    I'm floating in the realm of another nation
    So I try to bring it back through mic domination
    Speak out the words that should be heard by many
    And plenty to send I ain't absorbing the trend
    I attract from the front to the back
    But your styles ain't got the juice to get loose
    The girlies on my curlies I brought her to a climax
    If rap was a movie I'd be large like Imax
    I got something smooth to say
    But the government's ear always gets in the way
    Reconstitution of a lame constitution
    Doesn't constitute, revolution or solution
    Praise for the eara of terror I represent, gee
    Paraise for the battle that's about to get bloody
    Praise for the rides, praise for the crimes
    ('Cause this Revolution's going prime time)

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    CHORUS

    [Revolution]
    Back and forth the crowd sways as I blaze
    The beats, the fucking fat track Ease Back
    Stop dissing the fusion, just listen to what you're missing
    I put two songs together like fission
    Not branch, the avalanche, buries beast
    To carry the bad brain family is very hard
    You stand too close you get scarred
    By the positive vibes straight from New York yard

    [D-Shade]
    Call me nasty Lou, in the end you'll call me bigger
    Bigger than the other men behind the mental trigger
    Telling who not me, what to do, my name's not Booboo
    Since then I ???? I will try another cool
    But who, strike two another swing and a miss
    Time to put the bat down, you're not ready for this
    Lyrical terror of the era
    I'm not the only one that's getting kind of tired
    Of the little bitty drums
    What the rap lacks is some lyrical content
    'Cause then it won't be until they start to pay me
    Respect that is due, you know respect I give to you
    Each and everyday, but still you play me the fool
    Treat me like you want to be, now you'd rather fight
    Step up step up, I'll take your kid out tonight
    I'll take your eye out (eye out)

    CHORUS

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