The Rev

Esham

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    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 Palmer
    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

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