The Book of Revalations, chapter 16 and 17,
(yes, sir!)
They shall hunger no more, neither shall they thirst anymore
(Preach, Preacher!)
For God will wipe away,
(yes, sir!)
Every tear from their eyes
(yes, sir!)
Get ready for the revolution!
What you say,uh!

oh oh oh oh oh oooh oooh
Do you want a revolution?!
whoo whoo!
Say do you want a revolution?!
Whoo whoo!
Come on!

Sick and tired of my brothas killin' each other
sick and tired of Daddies leavin' babies with their Mothers
To every man who wants to lay around and play around
listen partner, you should be man enough to stay around
sick and tired about the church talkin' religion
yet, they talk about each other, makin' decisions
no more racism, no!, two facism,no! no pullusion, no! the sullusion,
A revalution!

No crime! no dying! Politicians lying, everybody's trying to make
a dollar
it makes me wanna hollar
they way they do my life, the way they do my life
There's gonna be a brighter day!
All your troubles will pass away
A revalution's comin', yes it's comin' comin' Revalution's comin'
Yes it's comin' comin'

Kirk Franklin Rap: What you feelin'? what you want son?
who you callin' to son? you know Jesus is the true Son.
The second in the trinity
i know you feelin' Him, five hundred days until the new millenium
you hearin' 'em, trumpets crack the sky, Christ the last,
The first, the fisrt,the last, the last that won't pass.
so don't be caught brotha, don't be slippin' brotha
'cause when i see ya,you better not be dippin' brotha

Darkchild rap: everywhere we go, we say we move to much
we do to much
but when you step against us, a yo, you lose to much
ain't no stoppin' what i'm doing when the spirit is movin'
don't be hatin' what i'm doing, i'm the vessel he's usin'
everywhere i be they try to judge me, they try to shake me
they try to budge me, but they can't break me cause
i'm down with Christ,
darkchild and nu nation make ya feel better

Where my East coust saints at?
whoo whoo!
Where my west coust saints at?
whoo whoo!
where my detroit saints at?
whoo whoo!
where my dallas saints at?
whoo whoo!
where my ATL saints at?
whoo whoo!
where my miami saints at?
whoo whoo!
where my nashville saints at?
whoo whoo!
where my fort worth saints at?
whoo whoo!

All my real loud saints throw your hands up!
With their hands up, up, they got their hands up!