Revolutionist Guru (Ft. Blickstreet & Squala Orphan)

[Verse 1]
Don't even try it, punk
You'll never have no wins here
You got no friends here
Your heart pumps fear, I know you've been scared
I'm prepared
To face the pressure when I put it on ya
Blame your peoples y'all
Somebody should have warned ya
That the day would come
When the truth would certify your lies
Nigga be dickriders, it's like undercovers wearing wires
Wanna infiltrate
Wanna know what makes the god tick
My voice is crucial to the track
Like the snare and hard kick
Each bar is sick, I spit phlegm in the form of gems
Listen how I glisten, watch the storm begin
Harsh winds, and then will come the downpour
Succas be faking, Jacks don't know what they're down for
I pop your dome with high incantation
Your feeble ass brain still enslaved like on a plantation
Like Frederick Douglass, I be the abolitionist
Breaking your chains, a modern revolutionist

[Chorus]
Too many tears of sorrow, too many years of struggle
Too many drops of blood, too many problems to juggle
Too few jobs available, too few schools equipped
Too few role models, so behold the revolutionist