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(álbum: AFAHYE - 2014)

Generation Y is full of all the warriors
So I'm asking why we so focused on our followers
These dudes think the truth lies in numerated fame
He got 10K, so he gotta be a king
And these girl show they ass for their prized 100 likes
Niggas call em thots while they taking off they tights
Checking Worldstar just to see the recent fight
We do it for the Vine for we learning how to write
Nah youth, that ain't right
Sit back and understand
It's that slave money putting iPhones in ya hand
No this ain't conspiracy, you know we ain't equal
This the revolution mothafuckas, this the sequal
Yes we taking ova, fuck all that satisfied shit that they told ya
Using apps to control ya
Living in the future but our children are regressing
Nubian Mob coming at ya'll with a blessin
It's like that y'all, it's like that
Put ya fist up if you recognize you're BLACK
We the Kings and the Queens and we taking power back
So open up ya mind while Niambi spits the facts

Bring it back, you want facts?
See these gaps, see these traps
See these hoaxes of Blacks to distract the impact
They recant and retract, telling us to relax
Fuck they plaques and they tactics
See they don't want us to attack
They wanna keep us dumb, keep us lacking
We eating out they palms like our tails is wagging
They bragging, they got us praising they flag
And we praising white Jesus, I pledge my allegiance
The season for grievance and silence and credence
And faith in prestige, ignorant for convenience
It's over! I'm done keeping my composure It's time to get loud
I said fuck what I'm allowed, fuck making them proud
And fuck this nation under God, flawed rulers of fraud
Tryna deify your souls at any cost

It's the revolution, it's the renaissance
It's the revolution, it's the renaissance

Fuck scrutiny, this mutiny, this unity
Affluently influencing with fluidy the future
See OSHUN, we the the rulers

OSHUN speak the rule of sea, we ministers
Menace to whoever thinks the truth is slave to sinister
Forcing open third eyes and plotting out your demise
And gathering our troops, cause
They declare, I declare, We declare war on you

It's the revolution, it's the renaissance
It's the revolution, it's the renaissance

The revolution will not be televised
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
Brothers in the instant replay
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be televised