[Verse]
You ain’t gang, you suspect by coincidence
Torture of a opp be a different type of mellifluous
Torture of the heart and the body and soul continuous
Seasonal depression he feelin' like he deciduous
Disputatious versus destiny I couldn’t stop
The blade traces the Nile that flows under the watch
Residue under acrylics
Voices in my stomach do the talkin'
Anytime we get to bitchin' 'bout polemics
N***as hearin' through the grapevine
The translation be inaccurate
The misinformation feel like a hate crime
Dead the dialogue and decolonize
Another one died
In the future do it at the same damn time
N***as hearin' through the grapevine
The manuscript inaccurate
We do it again and again and waste lives
Thought the rhythm of the revolution was my verses
But it really be the rhythm of bodies fallin' in hearses
*knock knock knock knock knock*
What the fuck is that?
Sound of a couple of homies you’ll never get back
I’m the Wilder son of n***as that lost the vision
Self-depreciated bodies like we afro-pessimistic
Dead by 25 or do 25 years in prison
Soledad said go out swingin', but I thought that was a given
Only strife brings attunement
Bloody noses and buttered noodles
I done recognized the source of my refusal
I done let blood become feudal
Bloodlettin' the demons seem to be the only method of removal
[Chorus]
Company of the lowest preferable to my own, uh
Dappin' up the devils, I couldn’t do it alone, uh
Everything they told me 'bout purgatory a lie
Viva Revolution, I fight for where I reside
Company of the lowest preferable to my own, uh
Dappin' up the devils, I couldn’t do it alone, uh
Everything they told me 'bout purgatory a lie
Viva Revolution, I fight for where I reside