Verse 1:
This is a message from the son of a wino
Conceived in a song that was birthed on a vinyl
Ode to the Bible’s book of Deuteronomy
The musicology quality numerology
My number seven or eighteen minus eighteen
The way I say things more like audible paintings
My brother Russ get a rush from the sample
My man who’s a prophet like Daniel enhance you
Vince is a rocket scientist with an iron fist
Studied the sciences of sounds and different kinds of rifts
A minor shift from the normal
More like DJ Quik with the twist and not the cornrows
I’m on folks with another look
Finished a couple books, here to trouble Bush
Check the brother’s hook

Chorus (Russell Tate):
The revolution is a humble resistance
And gotta play these hits
[?] the sickest[?] rhyme
Penetrate these times
With a most high insistence
Why can’t we just give in to [?] love movement

Verse 2:
They say I’m getting sensitive, I’ve been sensitive
You ain’t sensitive? You insensitive
You tryna be a tough guy, it’s crazy yo
I never prayed I would be tough but that guy made me whole
Y’all ain’t balanced, you need a mother and a father
These guys claiming to be n*ggas never had a father
These girls claiming to be b*tches, mama didn’t bother
I’ve been on both ends, I’ve chosen to live with honor
The ancestors on my back ‘cause they owners bruised
I’m teaching brothers how to walk who never owned they shoes
March with me, this is the theme streamed and pressed up
And guess what? What? This ain’t even the best of
The revolution is upon us now
You need more than dogs and hoses to calm us down
This that proper sound the young doctor found
He had a dream sort of like what I have now
It says
Chorus (Russell Tate):
The revolution is a humble resistance
And gotta play these hits
[?] the sickest[?] rhyme
Penetrate these times
With a most high insistence
Why can’t we just give in to [?] love movement

This the movement, the R to the A-H-M, RAHM Nation, that’s my man Russ on the vocals, go ‘head bo’, Vince the rocket scientist on guitar ladies and gentlemen, clap your hands, we ain’t playin’, oh and by the way, happy belated new year, we gon’ start this year off right, seven, that’s the number of completion, it’s time to complete things, some of y’all been talkin’ about doing projects for YEARS, it’s time to finish ‘em, some of y’all got these ideas and y’all just afraid to expose ‘em, it’s time to expose ‘em, it’s 2007 baby, the year of completion, all the negativity must die, are y’all wit me? Just vibe wit me, oh I almost forgot, that’s me on the keys, ya know how we do, over here, big-up Greg Soundz, Random Beats, Sheda B of course the first lady my lady, The Net, DN3 the maestro ya know what I’m sayin’, PC, that boy’s crazy wherever he at, you know how we doin’ it over here, John The Bap ya mean teach yah how to rap, let’s keep it movin’, Doc Martin where you at, Lo’s happy belated birthday, anybody else I forget? Black MC, uh next time…