[D-Shade]

We bring that hip hop to make your crews flop

And now we striving that much harder to get closer to the top

Up to the apex

Who's next to get swept by dialects

I see that so clearly[?] 'cause you caught up in our vortex

'Til the next time we flip the text and throw down

Rhymes will have to go down on paper, then we're stage bound

Flipping that lingo like a poet had Kedo, or Judo

A Juno, when we chopping with them vocal

Antics and tactics, swinging semantics

Simple schematics that we kicks for the fanatics

Of hip hop, when we drop it's non-stop

We gathering the masses like a farmer picks the crops

I be the empty head filler, microphone guerrilla

And if you see blank ward, then I might have to drillya

Holding your soul, filling it up with the funk

And if the mic was alcohol, then I guess we's getting drunk



[CHORUS: D-Shade]

People say they do, but they don't represent

'Cause before you represent, you got to start to pay the rent

People say they do, but they don't represent

Because before you represent, you got to start to pay the rent



[Revolution (D-Shade)]

A shaved head like [???] [???], a step from way back

Check the playback, everything smooth I rhyme through (aight then)

Check the moves, it's to prove we've been here for years

Without tears, like I was Rory, end of story

I read you mind man, just like a CAT scan

Intelligence enhanced, hence expands my mind stance

I'm full faced when I fornicate

I'm never dissing anybody, instead I'm ditching bodies (alright then)

With the vocal cords aided by the larynx

Kind of muffled through the gas mask 'cause your corps stinks

Your vibes have gotten rotten, from sitting in the sun

I am the one who comes raw but well done

Perfected, the funk fest like Beck did

Respected by many as the ones who wrecked it

Collected the rent upon the first because you're the tenants

In rap, we won the pennant, no rules like bad lieutenant



[CHORUS x2: Revolution]



[???] “Life ain't funny when you got no money”

[Scratched by DJ Storm]



[Revolution]

You turn the fresh page upon the calendar

And it's the first of the month already and I'm ready

To pay up on your land tax and your mortgage

You didn't cough up the loot and caught the boot

Now who's confused well who wins and who's lost

As seen on TV but it's not Who's The Boss

It's the unpredicted, self-inflicted, got addicted

You didn't pay the rent and got evicted

[D-Shade]

Yo, peep who coming through, it's that Shades of Culture crew

Reacting to fools, like Mr. Clean the residue

Could be smooth or abrasive

Even what we got to give

To live another day inside this thing that they call showbiz

But some be getting lost in the mist of the glitz

So bring you q-tips and watch your back for the tricks

And sheets we elevated, now it's starting our descent

And the Shades will always sway, so that they can pay the rizzent



[CHORUS x2: Revolution]



[D-Shade (Revolution)]

(Pay the rent)

Shades of Culture, DJ Storm, Revolution, Dark Shade

And the NDG crew in effect, my man Wilo

Ah you know, DJ Choice

My man Hank

Zoobone, zoobone, zoobone sound you know (pay the rent)

Fritz the man, you know

Shades like that, payin' the rent

Out