Garvey Reks (Ft. N.O.R.E. & Saigon)

[Verse 1: Reks]
Hard body, my bars probably
Would off John , Bob Marley
Step poppy banging I was hardly
Higher than them handle bars
They was higher than the stars be
Now I handle bars, awesome gnarly
R' son of Marcus Garvey
Tongue move back to Africa
Sing Sing, Attica, pardon me
This the kind of beat that bring the this or that part of me
Pray for me attitude magnitude possibly
Katrina flood water, don't try to avoid us
Kidnap DJs, ducttape for dollars
Propaganda revolution gun cock your hammer
Lyrical gift for bitch ass bad santa
The grammar slam a nigga sleep spit
Bitches on the street in thong song shit, Freaknik
Mardi Gras party hard
I'm laughing at ya'll, hardy har
Bar for bar body all of ya'll, frequent!

[Hook: Reks]
I'ma need participation here
Hands in the air can I get an aw yeah (aw yeah)
Sucka DJs let's get one thing clear
Hazardis and Reks yes this is our year (aw yeah)
B-boys and DJs (DJs)
MCs graffiti artists
Whenever we play (we play)
The revolution now in your ear