Chorus
Noise Pollution Revolution 2X


Thunderman:
Compositional lyrics
With a heavy metal mindset

I'm rhyme bent
Wondering where the time went
We move in like troops in Jerusalem

Removin this abuse of music that's stupid
We shootin lyrics like it was a gun
I'll smack the vest off Mumford for fun

In front of all of his sons
Or daughters
As boring as their father

Their mandolins got me so sleepy I wouldn't bother
It's all played out like the wub bass now
Ain't a $#&@ face played who touch straight sound

Make you duck taste ground
When this bullet came through
Who knew that this dude

Had such an insane crew
Banging Dj Screw, Peter Tosh, Johnny Cash
Triple threat we are

Leave a footprint on that $$#
Drinking Jaeger burning hash
Just to get a little sleep

Dropping bombs with these songs
Like for oil in the Middle East so
Give it to me, Give me what I need

This is a robbery of your sovereignty
Rush the stage take the mic from Taylor Swift and Kanye West
Make em all confess DES is the best


Cestone:
Cestone keep it banging like a sub in the trunk

They get mad when I rap like the prodigal son
The voice inspiring thoughts
I'm unable to stop

Killin rythyms, given sentences like juries and cops
And Thunderman strike em down
Beat and lyrics surround

And Sutl added to the list is an unbeatable sound
Invading every single space in the place to be
Cestone, Dead End Scribes, and the THC

It takes weeks to prepare but you still ain't fit
This revolution isn't shooting but you still get
Face the lyrical onslaught

The gods brought heat
Not a gun that you @@#! back
My weapon is speech

Release your mind from it's cage
The ignorant plague
I break chains everyday

See me jumping on stage
I summon thousands of rhythms
And play em in my head

Cestone I hold it down for the cause til I'm dead
Bob your head to the sounds of revolution
Use the weapon I'm preppin I'm gettin all of you into music

Need a clarify the reason that I'm rappin?
Noise Pollution Revolution the scribes will make it happen


(Chorus)

Thunderman:

It's just a matter of time
Before the Dead End Scribes
Flip the table cane and able style

We battle for the minds
Of a generation impatiently waiting
These statements stay instigating

With these rhymes we ain't playing mane
The flame in my tongue is a sword to be swung
The same one uses rythm and precision

That could make a cougar### first
That dum verse you keep spitting
Had an unstunned person convinced it wasn't ghost written
Now this old system wanna throw it under wraps
I wanna smack that old !@$( holding it back

The gas is trapped in a bottle with a flag in the neck
Set a flame to it, throw it, watch em scatter in all directions
It doesn't protect them
The neuro infection is their own reflection
Psychopathic sciences 2013

It's got me trapped in a corner
The in deceased Chris Dorner
Rest In Peace