Kanye West - Revolution lyrics

I'm so bossy b**h get off me Finna take it all finna take your car keys And watch me park your grandmomma's RV And look so dope doing it, hard to ignore me So who*e please, Peep this D when you barking You must be off this f**in StarBuck's cofee I'm hardly marking, the newest dark beats And walk this damn pit to Mike Vick's party You gayer than Ru Paul's barbies Your raps stink like Biz f**in Markie Take another red cup, keep your f**ing head up And chug until you're fed up Blame it on the stress say why you depressed Smoke some f**ing sess, Hold the f**ing tech Let it rip, no bullets left What?, b**h we too drunk, we ain't tryna grow up So hold up, you know what? You really showed up? Grab the strap and load up, Blast him till' he pour blood Yeah that's poor blood like Magic, yeah it's f**ing tragic But this weed fantastic, hurry up and pa** it And the microphone crush, ballistic trauma So I'm tryna roll up on this n***a poppa Yeah she f**ing warned him, I'm just getting warmed up Finna do a front flip, didn't know this n***a head getting sh** like this Yeah yah f**ing mind switch when I spit, It's complex It's a f**ing convex, Bat signal melted right on my chest Yeah that's how I like it, I'm the dark knight yeah you picked the wrong fight b**h take ya f**ing white a** back across Hook: Motherf**ers can't rhyme no more, bout crime no more 8 Mile with a fake smile, and the hate vibe but we still shine cause we black gold, and we act old, but we mad cold, and we mad bold b**h How many bars was that yo? Johnny Tombs: Yo Mc from the 9-7-3 J Tombs We coming straight for you Run up in your house Tom and Jerry cat and mouse Slaughter the spouse Leave the place empty Take the f**ing couch Without a doubt we clear you out Place so dry it's a f**ing drought out and about So I'm all about my C.R.E.A.M f** a team, they don't wanna see you follow your dream It's a major scheme, but they can't f** with my rhyming scheme I'm coming with my pen, thinking of a master plan, YZ, Rakim This a masterpiece, close them sheets, Hold them cheese, Upon the breeze, who getting beat, take a seat Please....sh** Cause Garden State put numbers on the board If they can't f** with it, It's probably cause the flows are hard With so much gore, so much more All these n***as just snore in bore Outro: (Maya Angelou) Everyone in the world has gone to bed one night or another with fear, or pain, or loss Or disappointment, and yet each of us has awaken and risen Somehow made our ablution's seeing other human beings And said, "morning how are you, fine thanks and you?" It's amazing, why ever that abides in a human being