Don't you know They're talkin' bout a revolution It sounds like a whisper Don't you know They're talkin' about a revolution It sounds like a whisper
, and blue England belongs to me A nation's pride, the dirty water on the rivers No one can take away our memory Oh, oh, England belongs to me England belongs to me A
's talking about the kids now Everybody's talking about the, everybody's talking about the Everybody's talking about the, everybody's talking about the Everybody's talking about
? Why say you can do it when you can't deliver? Why a drink vodka if ya got a weak liver? Ha, ha, ha, ha I'mma lover, not a fighter Love down a dike turn her to a
need To testify the need for brotherly love I know there's so many hundred things To talk about, making us laugh Just like a Shakespeare revolution
Make a girl sell her body for a five-dollar bag Some think my adventure's a joy and a thrill But I'll put a gun in your hand and make you kill In cellophane
Offishall: And the world say (More chants) Kardinal Offishall: And the whole wide world say And the world say Lemme talk for a second Third Verse VERSE
2 ride... {chorus} I need a favour tonight more than heaven knows I need a favour tonight... x 2 could God do me a favour? I could really use a favour
too hard We had blue suede shoes on our feet A revolution in France and James Brown's dance A new world coming our way We'd talk that talk in the streets
' like prisoners helpless 'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells, bitch A visionary, vision of scary Could start a revolution, pollutin' the airwaves A
' and shootin' guys Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized What is his race nation or creed? Is he Arabic, Black, Latin, Asian they read Magazines say I walked on water, talked
look for love And we try Ask me what do I believe in A faded picture and a melody All that lingers from when he was here with me Every dancer With every revolution
wid your niggas But if you ain't talking about no money Nigga you really ain't talking no sense Out of line wid out a dime, Motherfucker you got me ready
wid your niggas But if you ain't talking about no money Nigga, you really ain't talking no sense Out of line wid out a dime, Motherfucker, you got me
a spy, tell a lie/ tell the feds the revolution this time will be televised/ i keep it funk fuck ya hustla wit a muscly hustla/ thats why my odb be hangin
so ashamed They gave the dirty apparently appropriate name I wrote about a revolution and sung from the soul Spoke with my spirit and mind my ambition was blind Answering the call of God like a
a strange town Though I've only been here for three weeks now I've got blisters on my feet Trying find a friend in Oxford Street I bought an A to Z guide
in us With the heat comes a new kind of wanting Cool nights never cooled us off Lay around, wait for something to happen When it is three lonely figures A bedroom, a