Lyrics

Yes Yes get on down even if you aint got rythm-
Up Up
Get up young buck
Stand on your own two-fers
Spit smoother than a loofa - turn yan skin Call me hoolign just like they calling you - but how can you blame'em when the crush got the dope game famouns
Gun too heavy to aim wit That's how young that we start banging
Pardon allah be sanging in my ear
The science is deep - yo i came and parked in the rear the shear greatness I pull back and spit it basic - the machines cadence got us all engaging in a bunch of bullshit its amazing - Yo homie i am the lane i am the game i am the same as the only homie i rapp hungry seek plates of freedom the famine keeps me grumpy please bring me more beats for my tummy
The end of the world is coming the HNIC is really bout to mean something oh does that mean something or does it mean nothing - dont a bullet placed there make it mean nothing i am supreme stunting dumping these words of wisdom through yo trunk-an stuntin fabuolous illustrious bust ambidextriuous both hands clutch and bust they are just reg-gu-lar (uh) I stay in touch like cell-u-lar (uh) - I call you up homie-man and drop ill science

HOOK
They say the want a revoluition -but they'd rather things just stay the same


VERSE TWO: For god sake what a nigga gotta do to push weight on the interstate engine runnin one blunt hit from heaven seven hours from hell power moves to excell keep my crew seeing jail - boo dressed well in the blue xl fuck chanel we don't rock ice we rock mics if i rock ice you know my knot got nice at night im seeing vice plot to steal a-notha nigga life Check on the block yo vexed as im puffing the pot my mans fell through cussing a lot said his cousin just got shot rocked in the six-foe now we wont see hanging round no more
Yeah - the world is cold the game is a trick that lift souls pitch soilders in to that deep hole craters - like a five year old born addicted to blow still pitching the o's riches niggas you know still dipping on the block from the five-o
Survival of the one timer dime plus a dozen -Yo - who aint loving the cash blast beats its the past streets that are the covenant
Salt in the wound - rubbin it in
Mental steal birth planet earth planet of the apes
ATF shake downs, funeral break downs caint take it down a notch for you what a nigga gotta do

HOOK
The say the want a revolution


-(AR-15) Archamedes Revolver 15.0
-The Velvet Crush
-Telakanesis
-Music By AR-15
-Lyric By AR-15
-Performed By AR-15