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Foot soldier of my own revolution
This is not a movement This an evolution
Middle finger up to uncle sam and his pollution
Foot soldier of my own revolution
This is not a movement This an evolution
Middle finger up to uncle sam and his pollution
Foot soldier of my own revolution
This is not a movement This an evolution
Spitting Confucius
Moving lucid in the American dream
Buried with cream like Pharaoh of old
Young Vincent van Gogh
Span the whole globe
Bros don't act like bros, but as long as hoes act like hoes
I'll never lack fosho
Cataract raps, cloudy eyes
I'm loudly quiet, hair like wool skin like bronze
Perfecting my craft for many dawns
Impact that least eons & beyond
Turn kings to pawns the black swan
Eat planets on my unicorn
Foot soldier of my own revolution
This is not a movement This an evolution
Middle finger up to uncle sam and his pollution
Foot soldier of my own revolution
This is not a movement This an evolution
Middle finger up to uncle Sam and his pollution
Child Hood pain that stains the adult brain
Nip it at the root and new growth will come through
Heavy thoughts weighing me down feel like mind is against me now
Visions of me sitting in the kitchen counting billions
What you seek is where your find peace
Treasures better than your dreams
You switched up I came up
If you doubted you brought this out of me
Flexing not give a fuck for all to see
Full lips that call me
Saying step it up now its all on me
The pressure to provide will keep you up at night
Fighting my grandfathers fight
Serve and protect but they act liking the third Reich
A Neuse around my neck or strike around my record
The plight of my propulsion
Getting right and saucy
The city my palace I ride through like the sultan
Approach with caution
Ain't wit the talking
On my antisocial shit
I fuck with who I fuck wit
Foot soldier of my own revolution
This is not a movement This an evolution
Middle finger up to uncle sam and his pollution
Foot soldier of my own revolution
This is not a movement This an evolution
Middle finger up to uncle sam and his pollution
This is not a movement This an evolution
Middle finger up to uncle sam and his pollution
Foot soldier of my own revolution
This is not a movement This an evolution
Middle finger up to uncle sam and his pollution
Foot soldier of my own revolution
This is not a movement This an evolution
Spitting Confucius
Moving lucid in the American dream
Buried with cream like Pharaoh of old
Young Vincent van Gogh
Span the whole globe
Bros don't act like bros, but as long as hoes act like hoes
I'll never lack fosho
Cataract raps, cloudy eyes
I'm loudly quiet, hair like wool skin like bronze
Perfecting my craft for many dawns
Impact that least eons & beyond
Turn kings to pawns the black swan
Eat planets on my unicorn
Foot soldier of my own revolution
This is not a movement This an evolution
Middle finger up to uncle sam and his pollution
Foot soldier of my own revolution
This is not a movement This an evolution
Middle finger up to uncle Sam and his pollution
Child Hood pain that stains the adult brain
Nip it at the root and new growth will come through
Heavy thoughts weighing me down feel like mind is against me now
Visions of me sitting in the kitchen counting billions
What you seek is where your find peace
Treasures better than your dreams
You switched up I came up
If you doubted you brought this out of me
Flexing not give a fuck for all to see
Full lips that call me
Saying step it up now its all on me
The pressure to provide will keep you up at night
Fighting my grandfathers fight
Serve and protect but they act liking the third Reich
A Neuse around my neck or strike around my record
The plight of my propulsion
Getting right and saucy
The city my palace I ride through like the sultan
Approach with caution
Ain't wit the talking
On my antisocial shit
I fuck with who I fuck wit
Foot soldier of my own revolution
This is not a movement This an evolution
Middle finger up to uncle sam and his pollution
Foot soldier of my own revolution
This is not a movement This an evolution
Middle finger up to uncle sam and his pollution
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