Revolution - Pete Rock, Dj Revolution, Ed O.G

Edo’s the last man standing

Smoke from the cannon made your whole team abandon

Fasten your seatbelt for take off and landing

The game been over cause the lead is too commanding

The smart shit, not to start shit

The whole country riding is getting me car sick

We holding money stacks and gats and shanks is in the closet

Taking money out your socks and wallets

Make bank deposits, haters is sending me love

Shooting flames through my enemy’s mug

Then paint the town red in my enemy’s blood

Smoke the sticky, you envy the bud cause you pretend to be thug, nigga

Don’t drink if you can’t hold your liquor

You ain’t on cause you been In The Basement with Tigga

I flow sicker, throw blows quicker

At shows it shows nigga

Ed O.G., Revolution, off the Richter

«It's Ed O.G.»

«Got the upper hand»

Grab the mic

Broadcast via satellite

I never seen a sadder sight

Than a nigga in the dark trying to get back the light

Like getting your assed kicked without putting up a fight

It’s futuristic as star tech

And chickens wanna cling on/Klingon like Star Trek

Goals are reachable

Nothing is far fetched

No applause we ain’t done yet

48 bars can get your stars wet

Unless we get the same privileges your favorite stars get

We on line but don’t wait on-line

It’s a sign of the times in the shine of the mind

If you seek you shall find

It’s like the blind leading the blind

Can’t write without alcohol and weed in your rhyme

Start feeding your mind

Before these bullets in your head start bleeding your mind

Yo we can all shine and glisten, don’t let your mind get missing

This is the time to listen, to carry on a fine tradition

In this big rap world, MC’s are mixed in

Coming off the bench, like the sixth man

Now my dreams are fulfilled

But I don’t sell bricks nigga, I use them to build

That’s what my mama instilled so I wouldn’t get killed

Now that the Boston beans are spilled let’s take it to the guild

Fuck rapping

Cause the best things happen

To the people

Who make the best of what happens

Without jaw flapping, scrapping

Not enough soldiers and too many captains

I got a rare gift

Plus I don’t like the judge, C.O.

or the bailiff

An ambulance couldn’t get you there swift

Beef with us and you’re bound to need an airlift