[Intro: Takktic]
 Yo  yo. What's up this is Takktics  universal soldier
 Keeping it jiggy for the S O Cs
 Year two G  bioknights regin supreme
 What's up y'all  we's about to get hardcore
 Re re re reactive armor  you know what I'm saying

 [Takktics]
 It's like a M 1 tank
 I rip through your sound banks
 I to pranks  get ruthless like a long shank
 Punks want coins  it they don't give thanks to
 Dragon dog, with high ranks
 I am a pirate, no a pilot, the battleship
 With ill cybernetics shit, on a sci-fi tip
 Strictly hype when I bite a mic
 I bring the sixs, the oh, the eight to the battle hype
 It's Takktics, tactical, ill-dramitical, radical
 Coming with a fist full of spittin' bull
 It's ill flow for the elements
 608 soldiers bring it on, report to the redgiment
 Da shit is evident, we never hesitant
 We drill you like a surgen
 Take you for your garments and your gumption
 What the fucks your function?
 (We got no flows, no hip hop style, no conjunction)

 [Chorus: Dark Shade]
 First things first y'all, bring it over here (over here)
 When we appear, we putting rhymes in your ear
 What if we put on top of bass and a snare
 This years its got to be loud and clear

 [Dark Shade]
 Prepare for combat like the F-14 tomcat
 Put the bombs in the tracks when I react and thats that
 Peep the stats, I'm runnin' through your system like a fax
 The toungue is the axe so sharpen up all of them weak raps
 I'm storming buildings like Purvian commandos
 Mad flows permit me to hit targets quicker than arrows
 The specialist in these rhyme sciences aka the iron fist that strikes
 swift
 I execute the task of rhyme designing with perfect timing
 Electrifying like bolts of lightning when I'm rhyming
 See, weak delivieries need to be put on freeze like salaries or athletes
 with injuries
 I maintain my, position in the game (game)
 I'm leaving stains on people's brains, so they remember the name (name)
 The Dark Shade is running with the Shades of Culture unit
 (And ayo, we constant with the movements like fluid)

 [Chorus]

 [Revolution]
 Liek tactics in Desert Storm
 I be the undead soldier
 I thought I fucking told ya got a space between your shoulder
 Get crushed by rolling boulders
 On the mics, and the beats, and the streets set the scene for me to cut
 out you spleen
 This rap court is hardcore, twisting backs
 An ex-con of poultry(?), eating those chickenheads like snacks
 Spit out the bones and begin to twist cones
 To relax with the dread in the 608 zone
 You're getting kicked in the balls like Pele's crew
 It's time to get rude, I'm leaving all of them unglued
 Falling apart at the seams, and it seems you got pipedreams
 Put down the mic and start turning cream
 Into butter, don't stutter or end in the rap gutter
 Or go find yourself another managerial staff
 DOn't laugh, find a new crew
 Write some fresh lyrics or you're through

 [Chorus X3 with background scratching]
 ["First serve basis" scracthed to fad