The Revolution is Here - Grime

Our enemies are innovative and resourceful.

And so are we

They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people.

And neither do we

It’s Grime man

This is real hip hop… Panty waste motherfuckers

Yo Comm radio, tell ‘em something!

Grime, put a fist in the air

No more peace signs, the revolution is here

And the sound of the streets get ‘em off of their seats

Like a hundred silverback gorillas stompin' they feet

Fuck the industry, I’m underground like Osama

Plottin' to bring the drama, I’ll bury your roster

With firearms, to firebomb entire squads

They’ll find you alone, hidin' in a hole like Saddam

You wouldn’t last in my shoes, you crabs

Talkin' trash, bitch I’m comin' soon like the draft

I rap for the block where nobody owns nothing, knows nothing

And never call the cops cause they don’t trust ‘em

Fuck ‘em, politicians never been hungry

CEOs livin' lovely off o' rap money

So I always come hard, in every song

Until my name’s written in blood on every wall

Yeah

With a rebel yell, I raise hell

This is for the 2 million locked in a cell

I’m back on the grind nobody move, stand still

They talk fast and fall hard like anvil

In all black, ready for war it’s that real

Breathe easy youngin', I’m a man you can’t kill

A mix of blood, skin, bones and black steel

I’ll drop an H-Bomb on ya fuckin' ant hill

GRIME, Got Revolution In My Eyes

Step on stage and you could die

I spit with a vengeance, for devils in suits and ties

Judases around my way want me crucified

I’m the Escobar of rhymes, hustlin' hard

And I’ll end your career in a couple o' bars

So just remember, everybody’s a star

Til' they find they A&R in the trunk o' they car

Motherfuckers

(George Bush)

They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people.

And neither do we