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[Verse 1: Callon B]
I don’t know shit and I’m cool with that, cuz all I ever mother fuckin do is ask
Why that? Why this? Respect my mind bitch, third eye on me you with the vibe shift?
Don’t get left behind, shit, I ain’t with the mind tricks
I’ll be outside with a picket sign my grandpa telling me to pick a side
Like Democrat, Republican, a CatDog Government
New World Order and a whole lotta other shit
Get your degree, become the person you’re itching to be
It’s cool but it isn’t for me
I mean, I ain’t even twenty three, mother fuckers ain’t even, beginning to see
I act like I don’t even listen to G
OD off of the weed so don’t approach me
They hear my shit and see hope, they hear my shit and see gold
So let it be known we dope, keep yo opinions see me grinning through the weed smoke
[Chorus: Callon B]
Rollin off an acronym, anonymous mask I’m such a mother fuckin Activist
Controlling a substance we extracted from the cactuses
Hope you with us man its mother fuckin happenin
The Revolution, rollin off an acronym, anonymous mask I’m such a mother fuckin Activist
Controlling a substance we extracted from the cactuses
Hope you with us man its mother fuckin happenin
The Revolution its mother fuckin happenin
Uh…….Yeah
[Verse 2: Callon B]
If you know me you know I grind hard, if I don’t eat beats then I starve, I’ll do my part
To make sure I ain’t as lame as you haters when I distribute the funk I know they all savor the flavor
I ain’t takin a favor, ain’t makin acquaintance
Getting sick of the labor, think I’m losing my paitence
Consumed in the Matrix and you cool and complacent
You a fool and I’m saying we in a pool of our anguish
All my life I’ve been lied to, couldn’t get the truth if I tried to
Sorry Mr. Preacher you’re a kind dude, but I’ll use my mind, so mind you
[Chorus: Callon B] x2
[Verse 3: A]
Flashback to a Hatchback in a nap sack full of fat stacks
The CD playing the last track of my EP, blasting a half stack of level
Where pebbles settle between the floor and the peddle
Gassing machines of metal embezzled by conversions of the Devil
Loud speckles of bass and treble spoke the chant of an open kid
Dreaming of a hopeful dance in the Sun now golden hands
Pocket plants put holes in pants that were torn by thorns
Born by the beauty behind my lonely glance, I missed my chance, girl come back
I’m a dumb ass, a coward crazy crippled and riddled in fickle
With little in the middle of strong and brittle, punched in the face by a hand full of Nickels
Life threw it first and I can’t hit back, I deserve it all and I can’t twist that
Mistakes for days, deny and skip facts
All I got are my confessions, in my flipped tracks
I confessed I love you and I fuckin miss that, I confess I make shades of a life I lived black
I kissed a lifestyle that didn’t kiss back I flashback and remember like it was December
Sizing up changes for a resolution then surrender
So I’m a fender, of all this pure splendor
And yes my heart, is a little bit tender, only cuz I got passion, love, a Heavenly ascender
Purge my Soul and my mother fuckin innards on my way to meet my sender and I ain’t no pretender
[Chorus: A]
Rollin off an acronym anonymous mask and a GYB Activist
Holding a conscious of a mother fuckin pacifist
Hope you with us cuz somethings fucking happening
The Revolution. rolling off an acronym, anonymous mask and a GYB Activist
Holding a conscious of a mother fuckin pacifist
Hope you’re with us cuz somethings fucking happening
The revolution, come on, the revolution bitch
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