Say it Like it Really Is

Get up

Back atcha

Gettin it on

Still wide awake

6 in the mornin

Still comin atcha

Till the breaka dawn

This revolution goes on and on

Stop that

Askin

Do we still rap?

Do yall still scream?

Yall still clap?

Who dat

Gonna tell yall we too old

But we still bold

And I got soul

Its my birthday

And I'm fitty years...

Quiet as kept

All them vjs and djs be old

Their jobs sell the young

Don't tell em what needs to be told

When they made pe

They broke the mold

Didn't quit nothin

Just hit the road

I just got back from soweto

You only know half of whatcha say you know

I know this records too hot for the radio

Did yall hear what I said if you did

Lets go

Knock knock

We still here still doing our thing

Public enemy

Doing the right thing

We ain't just say any ol thing

Just to get material things

I ain't sayin we ain't bought anything

Stuck with the rapping

Never tried to sing.

Bring the noise raise the roof

They afraid of the youth

Lookout, duckdown

(cant handle the truth)

Now the club ain't no church

The church ain't no club

Check them djs mixin up

Murder and love

Who shoulders the burdn

Of all that murderin

The people

Love spelled backwards is evol

Misspelled

What the hell

The people get pain

Dumbed from

Another marketing campaign

Its my birthday

We still killin the stage

I don't give a damn about poppin champaign

Say what yall wanna say about

Change

Revolution I'm a say what I'm saying

Rather be stuck up than stuck down

Heres the difference

I picks up the black and brown

Against mr man informants and government

While real people starve and cant pay their rent

They you seriously don't mean what you meant

I ain't tricked deceived paid off inagreement

Somebody planned it

Glad yall understand it

Those that don't

Headharded like granite

We look out for them too

And don't take em for granted

Like said

Somebody planned it.

If I see one more person

Gonna ask me

Again'

Yall still making music

Where I begin

Now yall know you don't buy no records no more

No tapes, no cds, no record store

Got download zones and ringtones

But yo mama and them cant work them cell phones

But the revolution goes on and on

Still wide awake at 6 in the morning

Had to get it out

To the break of dawn

We still sayin what we sayin

And not playin