Royce Da 5’9” – Caterpillar (Rhymewords Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Gil Scott-Heron]
You will not be able to stay home, brotha
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised

[Chorus: King Green]
This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain’t number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin’ that they number one

[Verse 1: Wyllable]

[Verse 2: Rephrase]
Ever since I ain’t eloquent yet until bein’ Ransom Riggs
Eva Green with interleaved Time magazine
And a pen for salvagin’ these peculiar children
And the pages infested of paper-thin sins
Saddened still for reason that the fact it seems like every big kingpin is imprisoned in a sin-bin
And no persons are even mentionin’ them as legends
In the very meantime, I’m representin’
On the behalf of novel generation, clandestine
By that time, I’m back up
But when there comes at me my reign
I’m too stingy, it’s like waftin’ out ray
Not the one which meant to at the Batt Reef electrocute Steve Irwin
But glitterin’ gleam of hope for you outside of a tunnel vision
A bitter Silverqueen in a wrapping marked off with the middle fingerprint
‘Cause I got nutty bars in four-digit chip and PIN
Gotta chuckle at you, I’ll split asunder Listerine
Tryin’ to wash my mouth clean only leaves your gibberish upper lip service dominantly quiverin’ in a row twenty million times
Fuck bowdlerizin’ rhymes!
Like Arcan Cetin when he struck a mall
And designated humble whores into the casket
Dumbledore in a pair of Nike Jordan clutchin’ magical microphone’ll spellbind the whole muggle-born
Someone call Dr. Pol! (The problem?) No, I break no egg of duck with yolk in it!
But I fall afoul of a suckled boar squirming in the bottom hole of an Atlascopcosaur from the fuckin’ ruptured fallen kingdom