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Revelations
5,077
Hip-Hop/Rap
Revelations was released on July 19, 2013 by Seeker Music as a part of the album Indigoism
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Release DateJuly 19, 2013
LabelSeeker Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM62

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Underachievers
The Underachievers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marlon Fung
Marlon Fung
Songwriter
Akeem Joseph
Akeem Joseph
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
People think that I'm lazy
People think that I'm this fool because
I gives a fuck about the government
I didn't graduate from high school
But I learned how it's done
So I'm gonna be number one
Thank you, Jesus, for my mama
I thank you, bitches, for my money
[Verse 2]
Uh, I must be out of my mind
Making **** wake up, to open up to the light
Smoking good dank, yeah, ****, this must be life
Oh, we making moves, you **** thought that we was fine?
Nah, ****, go hard for my ****, till we all count figures
Down liquor, fuck livers, all my **** know
Two blunts, four strands in the middle though
We getting off from the motherfucking reefer smoke
Born to lead a generation, through storms and a time so hard
Why you **** go soft?
[Verse 3]
Chase your dreams, my ****
Puff your weed, my ****
Get high, not low
Hustle in the summer till the motherfucking winter
And my flow go hard, like a motherfucking missile
You can catch me in the trap with the hustlers and the killers
Putting on for my city like we entered the Olympics
Reppin' up for my gang, but we 'bout that love, we don't bang
'Less a heathen step out his lane
Then you know them hammers gon' rang
Rang, nah, fuck that, ****, get your brain up
And if you can't get with them, get your paper
And if you can't get both, ****, wake up
Gold chain, purp puff, feeling like a Laker
Demons try to get a ****, but they never shaped us
They see us winning out here so they hate us
But we the realest motherfuckers, no make up
Psychedelic life, bearing like a creator
Ain't no debating who is the greatest, it is up in your heart, ****
Go out, create it, get out the Matrix
Why you stuck in the dark, ****?
[Verse 4]
We kick Crown, Kings, and Adidas
We kick Crowns, Kings, and Adidas
Get high, bitches, get high, ****
We kick Crown, Kings, and Adidas
This shit is fresh
[Verse 5]
All my life, **** told me that I ain't shit
Funny how things flipped, knowledge of the ancient
Ain't shit if you ain't fit
Bought a plane tick' to astral land, now my motherfucking brain's sick
Crane kick to the government, fuck 'em, man
Marshall law, they don't care about a brother, man
Expanded brain, broke out the frame
Then I became a light bearer nearer to the sun
I'm saying, "Fuck you talking about?"
I'm a fucking living god, find the truth deep inside
Mind, body and soul float, the most high
I be a ghost, comatose, Mary Jane, we elope
In the midst of the smoke, elevate your mind, get awoke
Message in the vines, take notes
These are most than just quotes, this is real life over steel mic
Fuck, I know, ****, just doing it if it feel right
Right? Can't justify this life of mine, I'm so divine
Bitch, I'm smoking chronic, stoned like Onyx, never third-eyeless
Ancient ways, young ass **** got knowledge for days
Extraterrestrial, no, not great, but we do come in peace
What we got to say is that conscience wave with a little bit of ig'nant
Word to my pigment
Rock jewels like Rocka, motherfucker
But these words from the pyramids, truth, I ain't hearing it
Case stones, lower levels, eat my dust up
And the schools ain't teaching shit, son
Gotta elevate out of the system
Feeling trapped, now the hood carry straps, watch your back
It's Iraq, anyone could be the victim, ****
[Verse 6]
We can Crown, Kings, and Adidas
We kick Crowns, Kings, and Adidas
Get high, bitches, get high, ****
We kick Crown, Kings, and Adidas
This shit is fresh
Written by: Akeem Joseph, Marlon Fung
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