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« on: October 04, 2004, 11:52:00 PM »
Your Revolution by Sarah Jones
your revolution will not happen between these thighs
your revolution will not happen between these thighs
the real revolution ain´t about booty size
the Versaces you wear or the Lexus you drives
and though we´ve lost Biggie Smalls ,your Notoruous 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 won´t knock me up without no ring
and produce li´l future MCs
because that revolution will not happen between these thighs
your revolution will not find me in the back seat of a Jeep
with LL hard as hell doin it & doin it & doin it well
your revolution will not be you smackin´ it up,
flippin´ it ,or rubbin it down nor will it
take you down town or humpin´ 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 a drip drip video shot
your revolution will not involve me
feeling your rise or helping you fantasize because
that revolution will not happen between these thighs
and no,my Jamaican brother,
your revolution will not make me feel bombastic and really fantastic
have you groping in the dark for that rubber wrapped plastic.
you will not be touching lips
to my triple dip of french vanilla butter pecan chocolate deluxe
or having Akinyele´s dream, a six-foot blow job machine
you wanna subjugate your queen,
think I should put that in my mouth
just ´cause you made a few bucks?
your revolution will not be, me tossing my weave
making believe i´m some caviar-eating ghetto mafia clown
or me givin up my behind just so i can get signed
and maybe have someone else write my rhymes?
I´m Sarah Jones,not Foxy Brown
your revolution makes me wonder where could we go
if we could drop empty pursuits of props and ego,
revolt back to our Roots,use a little Common sense
Quest to make love DeLaSoul, no pretense ...but
your revolution will not be you flexin
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 me faking
between these thighs because
the real revolution when it comes,
is gon´ be real!