[Intro: Gil Scott-Heron]
You will not be able to stay home, brotha
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised

[Chorus: King Green]
This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one

[Post-Chorus: Royce Da 5'9]
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9]
I'm a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
If I didn't do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
See there's a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You number one when it come to slaughtering mics
I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter life
Uhh, all you n***as my little rapper babies
Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don't you grade me next to these rappers, baby, that's degrading
My style got so many different facets
I switch into so many different passions
I'm skippin' class to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting
Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
I hate congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won their matches because they strategize
I bring Attica to these patterns, and here's my battle cry

[Pre-Chorus: Royce Da 5'9]
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)

[Chorus: King Green]
This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Kid think your number won't quit
Number one song, get your number one chick
Number one fly with your number one kick
When it's all done then your number gon' switch

[Verse 2: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9"]
Hold up, wait a minute
You're looking at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
Don't tell me when I'm supposed to rap until, uh
Especially when your favorite rapper ain't even half as ill
A savage still, the track's a banana peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla
You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his shin in half
And then had the shit hangin' by a flap of skin
After he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again
Pad to pen I’m batty like eyelids when they're blinkin' a lot
You copy me, but you're not
You can't be butterflies, my offsprings are just moths
I see that thing I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off
So ring the alarm, pull the extinguishers off of the wall
Set the sprinklers off like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah
'Till the shingles come off the roof we'll shout at the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers aloft
Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I speak is my mind
Kingpin and Penguin combined
Spit like it's King of the Dot
A singular thought I think of will help you distinguish apart
The frauds from the cream of the crop
Wait a minute
Hold up like a flashcard
Damn dawg, is that copyin' or payin' homage?
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler
My dad is your grandfather, I'll have to re-hatch on you
Come back as black wasp, half yellow jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant trample it and stomp it
Smash it and stand on it, dammit, I can't stop it
The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a tampon in this bitch
It's a manslaughter
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods
In fact you're exact opposites, you make a wack song
And can't hold a candle but even Daniel-son whacks off
You jack-offs need to come to grips like a hand job
The boom bap is coming back with an axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack with a hacksaw
Number one, but my pencils are number twos
'Cause that's all I dos with 'em, poop is my pseudonym
On the john like a prostitute when I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements
These beats are like my saloons
'Cause these bars always got my stools in 'em
And I don't need Metamucil to loosen 'em
Bitch, shit is real like I pooped Jerusalem
I'm 'bout to go spin a cocoon
Then I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb
Then I'm flushin' you!

[Chorus: King Green]
This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Kid think your number won't quit
Number one song, get your number one chick
Number one fly with your number one kick
When it's all done then your number gon' switch

[Verse 3: Logic]
Yeah, sold a quarter million records in my first week
And BET still don't wanna let me perform
Maybe it's 'cause my pigment, maybe I'm being ignant
Maybe it's all a figment of my imagination
And exaggeration exacerbates that I'm the illest, yes
How many are willing to kill us, we the realest, that's why they feel us the best
But I don't give a fuck about this rap shit, not really though
Shittin' on a brother I should love, man, that's silly, yo
Fuck all this division and lyrical incision
It's time to unify cause hip-hop is beautiful, it's you and I
And it doesn't discriminate if you black or white and you Christian or Muslim
It just love 'em and put nothin' above 'em
I just want to be remembered as a good person
Dispersin' a message of hope while the world worsens
And the media will still find a way to turn us into clickbait and misquote
Wanna keep the peace, but if you do that, I'ma slit throats
Sike, nah
"Logic's such a hypocrite", you can take a hike, nah
Right now, I'm here to talk about suicide, depression
Anxiety, mental health and all that shit you scared to mention

[Interlude: Logic]
Yeah, I could talk about the millions I've amassed
But now just ain't the time or place
It's crazy how everyone so obsessed with my race
Cause I'm proud to be black, but matter of fact
If it was flipped around and somebody asked me
What it was like to be a white rapper
"What's it like to be a white rapper, Logic?"
Oh and I was just like, just never talked about it like
"Man, it's just so great being a white rapper
White white white, white everything
White, man, being white's so great, wow it's so great"
And then some brother was like, "Ayy, ain't yo daddy black?!"
And I was like "Oh shit!"
And the whole world be like "What, are you scared to be black? Are you ashamed to be black?! Motherfucker, fuck you!
Fuck you, you piece of shit, mixed, biracial, fucking cunt"
(That's how they be)

[Verse 4: Logic]
Cole said fuck all this black and white, it's time to unite
Be who you are, identify as a star
Fuck all the jewelry and money inside of yo car
You still just a person and I'm still dispersin' these lyrics
Fuck the rap ego shit, just be a good person now that's the spirit
Shoutout to true emcees that love the culture
From Duckworth to Chano, Jermaine and Joey
And Aubrey and can't forget Bobby
To every emcee who knows that this is truly a way of life
And not just a hobby, uh, not just a hobby, uh
Not just a hobby, this is a way of life
Shout out to Bobby, the L-O-G-I-C, this shit a way of life
This shit a way of life, yeah