revolutionary funk

bruh

space gun tucked by my hip bone

how you think i lasted this long?

i removed a track that they planted in back of my neck

so my chip's gone

they can't find me in the kill zone

tell the haters imma go hard

when the snake's in the grass then imma mow yards

dig my cleats in the grass then imma get more yards

dealing black jack to hookers

i'm pulling hoe cards

let my people go

i'm on a chosen path

turn my stick to a cobra

like it was moses' staff

then i organize the lower class

the upper class didn't know the half

too busy worshipping the golden calf

praying to the ancient pagan ronald reagan

just like you trumpians who used to wonder could donald save them

nothing can save you 'cause we coming in bunches

we our own government

a thug in republic

and fuck a sucker if he ain't rock it

there's only two ways to reverse the brain washing

either unlearn everything that you read

or get a bullet in your head

everybody get the same option

revolutionary funk

though

they taking up a census at my front door

he want a head count

let him count these head shots

looking like the chicken pox

face full of red dots

(nah niggas

we ain't gon' mess around

we deeper than your dick in it)

travellin' at speeds unknown

the funk is invincible

the funk is revolutionary

and the revolution will not be live streamed

we mastered the art of space travel

galloping on a different horse with the same saddle

you say space travel