Hed P.e.

Nine hundred ninety seven revolutions
Gone round the sun
The spirits leave as they come
Rude people-the meek-the young ones
Wait without fear so near to the year of the new millennium
These wide open eyes
They look to the sky
Then they listen for the mission
Envision
One head on collision with the power that be
The end of your religion and the begginning of my unity
Stay tuned to me, all this is new to me
It got me trippin like some lsd
We come deep like the sea coming high like the sky
Waiting for you and yours to die
Here they come, here they come, here they come
Little fresh, young little girl
I swear she feel like a woman to me
All your boys remain boys so mamma run to me
She came to me so i had to turn the trick out
Slappin that ass
Bitin them baby backs
Downto the bone, we in a zone yo