Revolutionary Ride Music

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[Verse 1: Your Old Droog]

[Hook: REKS]
This is what you call revolutionary ride music
Vibe to it, there ain’t no telling who I influence
(My lifestyle) ignorance and intelligence
(Blowing clouds of loud, mixing up the elements)

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5’9”]
Started out a featherweight, worked my way to heavyweight
Started drinking every day, the lord took my legs away
Told me I was speeding so I slowed down and I told him
I don’t need them, I'ma sober up and levitate
Some call it a spiritual awakening
But the feeling down my spine I got from not making
It gave me a fearing chill from laziness
Nobody wants to fold, regardless if you unfold
You know it’s real when your own call and put you on hold
But all praises due to the most high
Hope both my daughters know before I die I thought they were beautiful
I’m laughing all the way to the bank, see I get it
Envision, everybody that paint just can’t be Banksy
My spirit is the clearest it’s ever been, with no distractions
Except maybe my bitch overreacting
But based off of past shit that I put her through she halfway forgave me for
I would say she acting how she supposed to be acting
I’m just a real nigga straight from my mother’s stomach
Ain’t enough cloth for all of us to be cut from it
Mark my words, my words shall leave marks on these street corners
And y’all are gonna pay me homage

[Hook: REKS]
This is what you call revolutionary ride music
Vibe to it, there ain’t no telling who I influence
(My lifestyle) ignorance and intelligence
(Blowing clouds of loud, mixing up the elements)

[Verse 3: O.C.]
When I’m on I sound off in this
Prepare for war, everything’s fair game as I
Lock on the target, pop it and aim
Exotic weed, indulge your brain
But those a whole 'nother strain
Arabic ties to my government name and shit
Head blow harder than a martyr strapped with a bomb to his body, word is bond
Quantum of Solace, acknowledge the service providers
EFN, from MIA to NY his reach extends
I got that zen-like flow, as I dive into a meditative state like Zo
Now I’m narrating in the zone
Reciprocating love with crazy hugs so I’m all good
Pop bottles of pain, twist them backwoods
Then form a cypher and spark a bonfire
On these NY streets of concrete and barbed wire
This applied to the users, this is what you call revolutionary ride music

[Hook: REKS]
This is what you call revolutionary ride music
Vibe to it, there ain’t no telling who I influence
(My lifestyle) ignorance and intelligence
(Blowing clouds of loud, mixing up the elements)