Lyrics: Isaac Mapp
Music: Isaac Mapp
[Intro]
Love said the lies lack stamina
Placing the problems in gods palms, y’all don’t know the half of it
Dropping some truth serum, seep deep like the bag that I’m in
Lets get it cookin
Bada-Bing-Bada-Boom
We on the look out for some shore or a sliver of land where I can luau
Praises to the woman that’s black
Yo whats yiu been bout?
I’m trynna to put my team on the map
And hear some new towns
Big bag give it a shout, you know the deal baby
[Verse 2]
Grooving like Motown
Miss me with the small talk I’m trucking through the bullshit
Pocket of the aces, like the Eighties get it cracking like Nixon
We’re gentrifying neighbors
I’m pissed about every truth that sits under the table
Hold up the plate they eating on but still oppressed as others
This my revolution song, girls say this internal
My phone said they dropping bombs on children and their mothers
The rubble they find body parts, some shit I couldn’t stomach
Online I see performances the truth really be ugly
It holds up the plate they eating on but still oppressed as others
[Outro]
The first place that takes place is in your mind
You have to change your mind before you change the way you’re living and doing, the way you move
So when we said the revolution will not be televised, we was saying it like, the thing that’s going to change people
Is something that nobody will be able to capture on fiim