I'm risin like the vapors from the dank
 Fuck the mirror in my pocket, had to break it for a shank
 What you thank? Walk the plank, is my motherfuckin attitude
 Right hand on the wheel, elbow out the window, leanin
 to the latitude, actin rude can get you blown up, to'n up
 But these teeny-boppers ain't gon' live to be a grown up
 My motherfucker done got hisself into a spot
 I got this nine, but it jam on every fifth shot
 If we gon' do this, we could this, but I'm trippin off
 the factor that these bastards put me through this
 Nuttin ass tricks, gangin up on my homie
 Now I gots to do some shit, to leave yo' kids lonely
 The level of my life should be higher
 Told E-Roc to jump in, and get up out the line of fire
 Made a three point turn, as the three joints burned
 off they lips, actin hard wit they face held firm
 Calmly stated my acquaintance was no punk
 You got a gat, I got a gat - now is you requestin funk?
 They said no, E-Roc yelled, "Trick!!"
 When we start the revolution all they probably do is snitch
 Chorus: Boots
 When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch
 When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch
 When WE start the revolution, all they, probably do is SNITCH!
 ..
 When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch
 When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch
 When WE start this revolution, all they, probably do is SNITCH!
 [Boots]
 I used to work at Mickey D's
 And to my old buster-ass manager, licky DEEZ
 Had me workin on hands and knees, scrubbin grease
 And in the summer with the oven on, it's hundred-ten degrees
 I would despise flippin fries, I guess his bitch-ass
 thought he was the shit, with his little red and gold tie
 I asked him why I couldn't get mo' hours
 He said it must be cause I lacked the mental powers
 If I was smart then I would be in his position
 I left his nose in a busted up condition
 Only came back for my last check to pay me off
 He told me then, that he wasn't gonna lay me off
 Said I should quit and it would be to my enjoyment
 I fell for it and couldn't get my unemployment
 To ALL the managers, on ALL the shifts
 When we start this revolution, all y'all probably do is snitch!
 Chorus
 ..
 [Boots]
 Now hella my folks got respect for you, killa
 Wit a raised black fist, and a pocket full of scrilla
 Cap peelers want your autograph, say you know the path
 But I do the math, my game bursts, like a bubble in the bath
 Punk asses like you is just here for confusion
 Be abusin rhetoric, and it's slightly amusin
 You be cruisin all the networks, Ebony and Jet works
 'long witcha efforts, now what's yo' net worth?
 If you ain't talkin bout endin exploitation
 Then you just another Sambo in syndication
 Always sayin words that's gon' bring about elation
 Never doin shit, that's gon' bring us vindication
 And while we gettin strangled by the slave-wage grippers
 You wanna do the same, and say we should put you in business?
 So you'll be next to the rulin class, lyin in a ditch
 Cause when we start this revolution, all you probably do is snitch!
 (snitch.. snitch.. snitch.. snitch..)
 Chorus
 [ragga chat]
 Busterismology, we don't want it no sir
 Come and take a look, come and take a look a little closer
 Busterismology, it dangerous like cancer
 Busterismology, it only fi bustas (2X)
 [Pam the Funkstress]
 Ye-ye-yeah-ye-ye-ye-yeah
 This is the Pam the Funkstress
 comin at you, on the microphone like thisss
 About to break it down and let you know
 what busterismology is all about
 A buster is a motherfucker who will sell you out
 for a glass of water when it's raining
 Busterism is what busters do
 And last but not least, busterismology
 is the study of all these motherfuckers to learn
 If you do not know, now you know
 what busterismology is all about
 Nine-eight (nine-eight) The Coup (The Coup)
 Boots (Boots) and me Pam the Funkstress
 (Pam the Funkstress