It's the leader of the revolution - creeping through the mass confusion
Secretly moving with movements smoother then mauseses
The sixth sense is music that I'm doin - it's clairvoyance that I'm using
Guillotene beheading stupid enemeys of what we doing

I ain't fighting for freedom I'm killing for freedom
I Wanna be peaceful - but fuck it I'm sick of these demons
There's no such thing as revolution with out some blood spilled
I'm a go hard untill my boys are like "yo hush chill"

And be like fuck that if your my boy you'd be up front still!
I'm marching in the front line leave poloticians tounge tied
Leave you speechless like parents watching there only one die
Now my mother can finally see her son rise

Isn't it beautiful ma - no one can do it like shawn
I honestly feel like a musical God
I ain't even famous yet - I ain't even made it yet
But no ones at my age ever made anythang as great as this

Cover your fuck ing ears - the polotical pupeteers
They linking up tryna string you up to bring you up as there's
Fuck a career - I ain't got a fuck ing care
The good die young so I'm a die in a couple years

Actually wait - I'll probably live to a hundred and eight
Cause I forgot I ain't good... nah I'm fuck ing great
And the next thought is how in the fuck did I think I of that

I get high cause I used to have low self esteem
Till I murdered every single person that doubted me
My own ears even tremble at the sound of me
And Chuck Norris makes witty jokes about how I be

My own voice is the only one that shouts near me
And my own fuck in shadows scared to hang around with me
God looks up to me for the way I break the boundaries
Shit... even satans scared to get down with me

My rap flows actually a mapped out strategy
With a black holes gravity that'll collapse most galaxies
The spartans cavalary would be scared to even battle me
The only street fighter that performed a fatality

The C.I.A can't capture me they stay after me
Like a disaster scene and wack emcees
They ain't passing me - wait actually
They are passing me - free cash and weed

This the new era that new school sickness
The roots infused with new futuristic
Studio equipment for those producers mixing
The truth through written stay tuned in and listen -

I'll put a crucifix through ya wrist cause your crew is fixin
For a crucificition cause your crew is fiction - do you get it?
This that revolution rebel rap - hard as heavy metal tracks
Heaven sent rhetoric echoing like devils laugh