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No revolutionary old
Or so I'm
You're full of bullet-holes
you tell the people go free
Oh, it's a matter of days before try to take me
I heard rang
His got my name
I ain't see him aim
I dreamt day came
'Cause I in the face of damnation
Satan, spat at him, out disgraced him
He my blood; why me?
Why not the fake ones who death, man
Fuck it, take one
Can stop me but can't stop a whole
Of who feel you deceived them
believing reparation makes it even
So I'm deadly now because of one
They
In Budapest, Japan, China, and
We it in, son
Another bullet by--missed me
Wondering who to get me
boys still plotting against me
To hush me up and stuff me in the of history
You won't remember why came to clip me
When go by, you'll soon forget me
They say he was the of bling, jewels, and Bentley's
Then they use one of my lines to prove I'm guilty
Don't let kill me
Some revolutionaries do live
Am I one of them? Guess we'll in due time
Everybody has rights, can I use
Can I rock shine? Can I have a that's too fine?
Got a swell life, tell me, I lose mine?
Every time I turn around new dying
start living
Ala carte escargot, Escobar, my millions
for the wife, the rest for the children
Knowing that coming any time, but until then
I'm at large until shoot me
Million stones and my camouflage Gucci
Giving you crack like Pookie
To the system
Be the
No matter what you are
Everybody
You can stand by and
Or you can march on us