[INTRO]

"I don't mind telling you, 

I've had three of my best men tailing you for 

the past two weeks trying to find out just who you really are."

"D-Shade"

[scratched by DJ Storm] "Who's that"

"Revolution"

[scratched by DJ Storm] "Who's that"

"DJ Storm"

[scratched by DJ Storm] "Who's that"

"Shades of Culture"

[scratched by DJ Storm] "Who's that"



[Revolution {D-Shade}]

Hello good evening, I'm the Revolution

Won't you sit down and let me tell you about a person

Who lives inside of me like an altered E-G-O

Alternate personality from the one you already know

{Your name is Brad}

B-R-A-D, last name access excess[?]

Straight from the battlefield tower where the MC

Don't sit next to me, if your stressing

Learned you lesson, I know they are few

But you should {still count your blessings}

Fuck off you might catch a bruise from the muse I deliver

Get under your skin like a sliver

Mad izms, I don't use skizms

You already tasted the jism, so kick the spider licks

She flirts, then I squirt just for kicks

So chicks with big breasts go great with Ritz

Crackers, yes I am a slacker

Old school fool with this mind Fritz the Cat as backer

Fuck your mental, paid the monthly rental

So cook you like a lental, {but you ain't yental}

Ayo, them so words felt good compared 

to what I'll drill to ya if you play games with the crew

Snoops up buckle up, wear a cup 'cause it's kickin'

Groin, you're much less in french, moin

A lower level devil, I better with a mic chisel

Chew you like grissel, your life looks dismal



[CHORUS: D-Shade]

Tell me who is the crew with the flavour that's fat

"Who's that" "the Shades up to bat"

Tell me who is the crew with the flavour that's fat

"Who's that" "the Shades up to bat"



[D-Shade {Revolution}]

Now when I flow, I get funky from the heart to the soul jack

Hungry like the wolf, so I feed upon a {fat track}

What dem can't see is them gal that we weed

Deliver upon the sound, them done call it SOC

So ayo, check your pocket ready to rock it

Alright check it, 

it's the Darker Shade of Culture on your block, now you're lookin'

At me doing it my way, like Frank Sinatra

Kick, trip and flip the script right to you like a cotter[?]

See each and everytime we rap, we rap a little better

Than the other time we rapped and in your face we see the {pleasure}

But there always seems to be one out of many

Trying to play the crew with the blues, Mr. Friendly

But he can go and give a flying fuck

If I sling the slang, yeah it's either that or drug

I'm headed straight for the {head}, like fist that your {lead}

On your way to saying somehthing that you knew you would regret

Wanna bet that I can get stiff with a mic check

Never let a sucker get this 'til it's wreck

When I connect with a left and a right, I keep my herbs tight

Told you that tonight that the SOCs are gonna take flight

So now you know, like ah Bell Biv Devoe

And like Tina Turner we don't need another hero

So, cheerio I got to go with the flow

But just before we go, let me ????? you ought to know

The exercise you get is from jumping to conclusions

Step to the pack, you're leaving with a contusion

I stepping and stressing without the words to provoke

Yo, and when this shit is done, do you smell smoke?



[CHORUS: Revolution]



[D] Give props to the crew with the flavours that are fat

[R] 1-51 is up to bat

[D] Give props to the crews with the flavours that are fat

[R] The Greenland crew is up to bat

[D] Yo give props to the crews with the flavours that are fat

[R] The crew called bliss is up to bat

[D] Who's that over there getting busy with the tracks

[R] The producer DJ Choice with beats that are fat