[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"] (OC)
Nickel! DJ EFN! Droog! (O sizzle)
[Verse One: Your Old Droog]
Have all the respect but I'm still makin' dough though
These lames out hate hard and talk greasy
But when they see me let's take a photo
Rappers don't wanna go toe to toe they Toto
f** a mic see me in Kyoto on a koto though
Ball in China like Marbury
Call me derelict Strawberry
Your mom's can only tell you in so many ways we good
Well you crazy hood (What you doin?)
Makin moves with my ghetto squad
Doin' the old +Tip Drill+ swipe down a chick a** with a metrocard
It's ran it's reign, but f** b**hes
It's that grain like a plantain that we plan to obtain
(How you doin?) Can't complain, Your Droog always stompin' on the campaign
I don't p**y foot around I put it down, with Miami's own EFN (EFN)
Pop sh** and I don't care who we offend
[Chorus: Reks] (DJ EFN)
This is what you call revolutionary ride music
Vive to it there ain't no tellin who I influenced
(My lifestyle) Ignorance and intelligence
(Blowin' clouds of loud) mixin' up the elements
This is what you call revolutionary ride music
Vive to it there ain't no tellin who I influenced
(My lifestyle) Ignorance and intelligence
(Blowin' clouds of loud) mixin' up the elements
[Verse Two: Royce Da 5'9"]
Started out a featherweight, made my way to heavyweight
Started drinkin' everyday, the lord took my legs away
Told me I was speedin' and I slowed down and I told him
I don't need them I'm a sober up and levitate
Some call it a spiritual awakenin' with the feelin' down my spine
I get from not makin' it gave me a fear of chill from laziness
Nobody wants to fold regardkess if you unfold
You know it's real when your own callin' put you on hold
But all praised due to the, most high hope both my
Daughters know before I die thought they were beautiful
I'm laughin' all the way to the bank, see I get it
I envision everybody that paint just can't be bank
See my spirit, it's the clearest it's ever been, with no distractions except
Except maybe my b**h overreactin'
But based off past sh** that I put her through
She halfway forgave me 'fore I saw how she actin' how she 'posed to be actin'
I'm just a real n***a, straight from my mother's stomach
Ain't enough cloth for all of us to be cut from it
Mark my words my words shall leave marks
On these street corners and y'all a gonna pay me homage
[Chorus: Reks] (DJ EFN)
This is what you call revolutionary ride music
Vive to it there ain't no tellin who I influenced
(My lifestyle) Ignorance and intelligence
(Blowin' clouds of loud) mixin' up the elements
This is what you call revolutionary ride music
Vive to it there ain't no tellin who I influenced
(My lifestyle) Ignorance and intelligence
(Blowin' clouds of loud) mixin' up the elements
[Verse Three: O.C.]
Where them horns at? Throw 'em in this prepare for war
Everything's fair game as I, lock on a target pop it and aim
Exotic weed in jars you grain, but those a whole 'nother strain
Arabic ties to my government name
This sh**, here blow harder than a martyr strapped with a bomb
To his body word is bond, +Quantum of Solace+
Acknowledge the service provides us EFN
From M.I.A. To N.Y. his reach extends
I got that zen like flow, as I dive into a meditated state like so
Narratin' in a zone
Reciprocatin' love from crazy hoods so I'm all good
Pop bottles of pain twist some backwoods
And, form a cypher and I spark a bonfire
On these N.Y. streets of concrete and barbwire
This apply to users, huh
This is what you call revolutionary ride music
[Chorus: Reks] (DJ EFN)
This is what you call revolutionary ride music
Vive to it there ain't no tellin who I influenced
(My lifestyle) Ignorance and intelligence
(Blowin' clouds of loud) mixin' up the elements
This is what you call revolutionary ride music
Vive to it there ain't no tellin who I influenced
(My lifestyle) Ignorance and intelligence
(Blowin' clouds of loud) mixin' up the elements