Esham - The Rev. lyrics

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Esham - The Rev. lyrics

I'm not taking enough medicine, I know I'm sick in the mother f**ing head These n******gs think I'm nice, You don't know me very well do you? Check this sh** out As I take a dose of this medicine Now watch me sin Take a sniff of this boy, I'm the real McCoy Real nutty, just like Almond Joy Screamin' I want that n******g dead and when you dead I'ma enjoy Haunting and taunting the microphone Reconstruct your brain and f** up your chromosomes On my own since a toddler 45 bullets swallower Footprints burn in the sand Cause all my sh** be kickin' Just like Japan, chop off your hands Ya fall off you're done Who's number one with the bloody bullets From the gun, that shot the rapper down No more will he see the sun The U-N-H-O-L-Y, while the revolution, has begun And it will not be televised, b**h a** n***a 666, bloody mic in my hand Rolex ain't worth no f**ing 30 grand Half y'all n***as can't stand on your own two feet You ain't nothin' but a worm who needs to be 6 feet deep Water When I'm in Cleveland I be in the projects I be smokin' wet Seein' all types of sh** things that my mind won't never forget And I am, sacrilegious And still block indigious My voodoo's just as true as Andy Palmer But I warned ya The day will come when n***as will fill this prophecy And if they ever do you might go crazy from what you see Make you wanna be blind Some say I see too much But I see straight through your mind You brain's so close I can touch it And the revolution, will not be televised for your punk a** You don't even know, you're stupid I shot a hole in my television set On the presidents announcement Cause little do he know, Aliens is plottin' on the government But the suicidal sick, Mother f**er still livin' Murder ride driven The dead has arisen The neighborhood's the prisons, Is anybody listenin'? Or is n***as just blowin' bubbles sittin' around whistlin'? Hello, b**h, is anybody in there? And women don't know they can change this sh** But they so busy tryin' to shake their tits Money, in god we trust, lust and bustful But still don't trust no force Beware of the pale white force Knock your punk a** off course Of course, the revolution will not be televised For no punk a** n***a Yo, yo I said, The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised, It will not be televised