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Edited on Mon Mar-06-06 11:48 AM by primate1
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs Your revolution will not happen between these thighs Your revolution will not happen between these thighs Will not happen between these thighs Will not happen between these thighs The real revolution ain't about bootie size The Versaces you buys Or the Lexus you drives And though we've lost Biggie Smalls Maybe your notorious revolution Will never allow you to lace no lyrical douche in my bush Your revolution will not be you killing me softly with fugees Your revolution ain't gonna knock me up without no ring And produce little future M.C.'s Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs Your revolution will not find me in the back seat of a jeep With L.L. hard as hell, you know Doing it and doing and doing it well, you know Doing it and doing it and doing it well Your revolution will not be you smacking it up, flipping it or rubbing it down Nor will it take you downtown, or humping around Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs Your revolution will not have me singing Ain't no nigger like the one I got Your revolution will not be you sending me for no drip drip V.D. shot Your revolution will not involve me or feeling your nature rise Or having you fantasize Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs No no not between these thighs Uh-uh My Jamaican brother Your revolution will not make you feel bombastic, and really fantastic And have you groping in the dark for that rubber wrapped in plastic Uh-uh You will not be touching your lips to my triple dip of French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe Or having Akinyele's dream, um hum A six foot blow job machine, um hum You wanna subjugate your Queen, uh-huh Think I'm gonna put it in my mouth just because you Made a few bucks, Please brother please Your revolution will not be me tossing my weave And making me believe I'm some caviar eating ghetto Mafia clown Or me giving up my behind Just so I can get signed And maybe have 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 the 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 It's gonna be real
Oh god, the misogyny, violence and hatred is so overwhelmind!
If you're going to comment on something, at least try to be informed about it and not just base it on a small portion of what actually exists. I don't go around saying all Democrats are ignorant close-minded fucks just because I encounter people like you.
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