Tytuł: Your Revolution

• Wykonawca: Dj Vadim
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   Your revolution will not happen between these thighs [x3]
  Not happen between these thighs
  Not happen between these thighs
  The real revolution ain't about booty size
  The Versaces you buys, or the Lexus you drives
  And though we've lost Biggie Smalls
  Baby your notorious revolution
  Will never allow you to lace no lyrical douche
  In my bush
  Your revolution will be killing me softly
  With fugees
  Your revolution ain't gonna knock me up without no ring
  And produce little future emcees
  Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
  Your revolution will not find me in the backseat of a jeep
  With LL, hard as hell, you know doin it and doin it and doin it well
  doin it and doin it and doin it well, nah come on now
  Your revolution will not be your smacking it up,
  flipping it, or rubbing it down
  Not will it take you downtown ang humpin around
  Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
  Your revolution will not have me singing
  ain't no nigga like the one i got
  And your revolution will not be sending me for no drip,
  grip VD shot
  And your revolution will not involve me, feelin your nature rise
  Or helping your fantasize
  Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
  Oh, my Jamican brother, your revolution will not make you
  feel bombastic
  And really fantastic
  And have your groping in the dark for that rubber wrapped in
  plastic
  You will not be touching your lips to my triple dip of
  french vanilla,
  butter pecan, chocolate delux
  Or having Akinyele's dream, m-hmm a 6-foot blowjob
  machine m-hmm
  You want to subjugate your queen?? uh-huh
  Think I'm a put it in my mouth, just cuz you made a few
  bucks??
  Please brother please
  Your revolution will not be me tossing my weave
  And making me belive I'm some caviar-eating ghetto mafia
  clown
  Or me giving up my behind, just so I can get signed
  And maybe having somebody else write my rhymes
  I'm Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown
  You know I'm Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown
  Your revolution makes me wonder, where could we go
  If we could drop the empty pursuit of props and ego
  We'd revolt back to our Roots, use a little Common
  Sense
  On a quest to make love De La Soul, no Pretense
  But your revolution will not be you flexing your little sex and
  status
  To express what you feel
  Your revolution will not happen between these thighs
  Will not happen between these thighs
  Will not be you shaking and me faking
  Between these thighs
  Because the real revolution, that's right I said the real revolution
  You know I'm talking about the revolution
  When it comes, it's gonna be real
  it's gonna be real
  it's gonna be real
  when it finally comes
  when it finally comes
  it's gonna be real, yeah yeah