I'm rising 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 leaning to the latitude
Actin' rude can get you blown up t' own up
But these teeny boppers ain't goin' to 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 goin' do this we can do this
But I'm trippin' off the factor that these bastards made me do this
Nuttin' ass tricks gangin' up on my homies
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 get up out the line of fire
Made three-point turn as the three joints burn
off they lips actin' hard with the face held firm
Calmly stated my acquaintance was no punk
You got a gat, I got a gat, now was you requesting funk?
They said No
E-Roc yelled Trick!
When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch
[chorus]
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 the revolution, all THEY probably do is snitch
I used to work at Mickey Ds
And to my old busted-ass manager lickie these
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 more hours
He said it must because I lack 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 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 the revolution all ya'll 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 the revolution, all they probably do is snitch
When WE start the revolution, all THEY probably do is snitch
Yeah, yeah,, yeah
Now hella my folks got respect for you killer
With a raised black fist and a pocket fulla scrilla
Cap peelers want your autograph, say you know the path
But I do the math
My game burst like a bubble in the bath
Punk asses like you is just here for confusion
Be abusing rhetoric and it's slightly amusing
You be cruising all the networks, ebony and jet works
'long with yo' 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 goin' bring about elation
Never doin' shit that's goin' 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 ruling class, lying in a ditch
'Cause when we start this revolution all you probably do is snitch
[chorus]
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 the revolution, all THEY probably do is snitch
Busterismology
We don't want it, no sir
Come and take a look
Come take a look a little closer
Busterismology
It's dangerous like cancer
Busterismology
It only fi bustas
Busterismology
We don't want it, no sir
Come and take a look
Come take a look a little closer
Busterismology
It's dangerous like cancer
Busterismology
It only fi bustas
Yeah, this is Pam the Funkstress,
comin' at you on a microphone like this
About to break it down
and let you know what busterismology is all about
A buster is 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 who bust
If you do not know, now you know what busterismology is all about
Nine-Eight, The Coup, Boots and me, Pam the Funkstress
Busterismology
The Coup
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