This is a song about "The revolution"

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The realist in the game

Love turns into pain

Start a fucking movement maybe spark a revolution

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

I kill more than the french revolution witch was like off with his head and his and his and his

But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (kill 'em all with)

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

The more battles the better the flows

The savage with the statics

These chalance give me balance