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Correct Southside Revival Lyrics
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Correct Southside Revival
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Hungry is an adjective attached to my philosophy, it's Gotta be, progress revolves around economy And I can see the consequence of capital first-hand, Monorail construction pushed the tenants off the land My people, get ready, it's about to get heavy, and when I'm not humbled then I got fam to check me Silence won't protect me so I check one-two, and fight Without fighting like the joint by Sun Tzu On the hill, adjacent to Boeing Field, you can hear the Planes flying over me behind my vocals We speak in the Beacon Hill slang with a wonderful Blend of black language and immigrant accent And if the sun's out, half the kids will be absent, I'm Navigating streets, sometimes it's like a labyrinth I paint my voice while Sabzi builds the canvas to Translate my ancestors anthems It's a southside revival, put your hands high, let your Arms be the pillars that be holdin' up the sky I heard a few heads say that hip-hop was dead, no it's Not It's just malnourished and underfed (x2) Now the reason that they killed made the reason that we Came to be Trying to eat and organize simultaneously, but instead Most will settle for less I can't front I give a fuck if Ronald Reagan is dead He turned segments of the population into crack fiends, Eradicated everything we gained in the '60's Back to square 1, let's revise the strategy to reload The gun and bring about a radical change son These tough talking cowards ain't hard, they'll bounce On the squad when it's time to go to war Like George Bush did to the National Guard, real world- Like swordplay, vernacular shark Veterns of American wars, they get home maladjusted With post-traumatic stress syndrome Peace to my big brother, leavin' in a week, stay safe In the Middle East, brah, get home safe It's a southside revival, put your hands high, let your Arms be the pillars that be holdin' up the sky I heard a few heads say that hip-hop was dead, no it's Not It's just malnourished and underfed (x2) I'm convinced that a return to the basics is needed, I Like blizzes that burn long like DVS pieces My speech releases fire from the beast within. I Acknowledge it's a game, I justify my need to win Now, some get hip and some choose to stay ignorant, Friction leads to fire now the cauldron is simmering World champion B-Boys up in Jefferson, brothers gotta Document for those not remembering Both Props and Flavor magazines, rest in peace, I Breath deep, proceed to clutch a mic and bless her Dream You say there's no time to study, people look, you got Time to take a shit then you got time to read a book I proceed to leave my footprints embedded on the block My first-born is learning to walk upon Cops pour salt over the market, the south end is Marching, we dedicate this song to the dearly departed It's a southside revival, put your hands high, let your Arms be the pillars that be holdin' up the sky I heard a few heads say that hip-hop was dead, no it's Not It's just malnourished and underfed (x2)
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