Artist: DJ EFN f/ O.C., Reks, Royce Da 5'9", Your Old Droog Album: Another Time Song: Revolutionary Ride Music Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: Royce Da 5'9"] (OC) Nickel! DJ EFN! Droog! (O sizzle) [Verse One: Your Old Droog] Have all the respect but I'm still makin' dough though These lames out hate hard and talk greasy But when they see me let's take a photo Rappers don't wanna go toe to toe they Toto Fuck a mic see me in Kyoto on a koto though Ball in China like Marbury Call me derelict Strawberry Your mom's can only tell you in so many ways we good Well you crazy hood (What you doin?) Makin moves with my ghetto squad Doin' the old +Tip Drill+ swipe down a chick ass with a metrocard It's ran it's reign, but fuck bitches It's that grain like a plantain that we plan to obtain (How you doin?) Can't complain, Your Droog always stompin' on the campaign I don't pussy foot around I put it down, with Miami's own EFN (EFN) Pop shit and I don't care who we offend [Chorus: Reks] (DJ EFN) This is what you call revolutionary ride music Vive to it there ain't no tellin who I influenced (My lifestyle) Ignorance and intelligence (Blowin' clouds of loud) mixin' up the elements This is what you call revolutionary ride music Vive to it there ain't no tellin who I influenced (My lifestyle) Ignorance and intelligence (Blowin' clouds of loud) mixin' up the elements [Verse Two: Royce Da 5'9"] Started out a featherweight, made my way to heavyweight Started drinkin' everyday, the lord took my legs away Told me I was speedin' and I slowed down and I told him I don't need them I'm a sober up and levitate Some call it a spiritual awakenin' with the feelin' down my spine I get from not makin' it gave me a fear of chill from laziness Nobody wants to fold regardkess if you unfold You know it's real when your own callin' put you on hold But all praised due to the, most high hope both my Daughters know before I die thought they were beautiful I'm laughin' all the way to the bank, see I get it I envision everybody that paint just can't be bank See my spirit, it's the clearest it's ever been, with no distractions except Except maybe my bitch overreactin' But based off past shit that I put her through She halfway forgave me 'fore I saw how she actin' how she 'posed to be actin' I'm just a real nigga, straight from my mother's stomach Ain't enough cloth for all of us to be cut from it Mark my words my words shall leave marks On these street corners and y'all a gonna pay me homage [Chorus: Reks] (DJ EFN) This is what you call revolutionary ride music Vive to it there ain't no tellin who I influenced (My lifestyle) Ignorance and intelligence (Blowin' clouds of loud) mixin' up the elements This is what you call revolutionary ride music Vive to it there ain't no tellin who I influenced (My lifestyle) Ignorance and intelligence (Blowin' clouds of loud) mixin' up the elements [Verse Three: O.C.] Where them horns at? Throw 'em in this prepare for war Everything's fair game as I, lock on a target pop it and aim Exotic weed in jars you grain, but those a whole 'nother strain Arabic ties to my government name This shit, here blow harder than a martyr strapped with a bomb To his body word is bond, +Quantum of Solace+ Acknowledge the service provides us EFN From M.I.A. To N.Y. his reach extends I got that zen like flow, as I dive into a meditated state like so Narratin' in a zone Reciprocatin' love from crazy hoods so I'm all good Pop bottles of pain twist some backwoods And, form a cypher and I spark a bonfire On these N.Y. streets of concrete and barbwire This apply to users, huh This is what you call revolutionary ride music [Chorus: Reks] (DJ EFN) This is what you call revolutionary ride music Vive to it there ain't no tellin who I influenced (My lifestyle) Ignorance and intelligence (Blowin' clouds of loud) mixin' up the elements This is what you call revolutionary ride music Vive to it there ain't no tellin who I influenced (My lifestyle) Ignorance and intelligence (Blowin' clouds of loud) mixin' up the elements