Ill Bill - Children of the Revolution lyrics

[Verse 1: Slaine] Yeah, yeah, check it out Antidepressants and anti vibe nose candy tan yon high Red huffy bike propping nanny on the handle bars I push the dukes of hazard big wheeled, pulled the brake Chase the ice cream truck down the street Full mistake Caught a cramp fat boy style since a young-in Ketchup stains on my shirt look what I'm becoming Reagan got shot, Bush became president later Clinton got his dick s**ed, Ken style was a hater About your pose voice drop Yeah, got an oct to blow Luger ? My socks when i rocked them yo [plaguer ribbed sugar raiser ? hotdog] The fix is in The best cars are made right in Michigan Listening to Beastie Boys on ca**ette deck from a boom box Pedophile rumors from the king with the moonwalk Moms calling out my name I ain't in for dinner yet TVs with antennas that was way before the internet [Hook x2] Look at the news on the TV as the world turns I saw the world change and the World Trade burn I don't believe in hardly any thing but evolution They should have k**ed us all the children of the revolution [Verse 2: Ill Bill] Yo, guidos rocking Pete Rose hairdos and speedos While scarface schooled us all on how to move was a kilo We went from rocking Michael Jackson and Hall and Oats To rocking 8balls jackets and 8balls of coke Seen the 80s when the dukie truck chains was called ropes And Dapper Dan splashed Gucci logos on all of his clothes Reaganomics was popping So was Riker's Island and Spofford In 87' 88' half of my projects was locked up Same time as Iran contra and Ollie North Dreams of Def Jam profile, tommy boy Ralph McDaniels in the afternoon pa**ed the shrooms Light the weed catch me in the apartment 2c Playing Break Street on my Commodore 64 Listening to break beats. Mr. Magic and Marley Marl Either that or a new 68 The world turns while the revolution's viewed with a shifty face [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Slaine] People man DJing in a park with the lethal hands Puerto rican man Jamaican playing with puerico grands Gorbatchev birth mark on he's head, the wars off Slayer and Metallica besides that his sword is soft Met a wise public enemy Voice of the ghetto vizor Evolution of a revolution is televised Bin laden in the CIA now they telling lies Escobar, King in South America and selling pies [Verse 4: Ill Bill] The devils rise as another empire falls The enterprise allies on weaponized fire balls At first claiming a high cause As soon central lies intelligence reveal their bottom plans on then I ain't yours We went from innocence to cynicism From heavy metal lyricists to hip pop lyricism From animation to live action, suspended animation To sleepers cells To Manchurian a**a**ins [Hook x2]