[Intro: Hell Razah]
Maccabee military, machine gun
Stand up, wave your AK's with your face bandaged

[Chorus: Hell Razah]
No MC's original, it's nothing new fucking with Sun
Many'll call, but a few will come
This be the revolution, choose a gun
You either run with us, or choose to run
This be the Maccabee machine gun
No idea's original, it's nothing new fucking with Sun
Many'll call, but a few will come
This be the revolution, choose a gun
You either run with us, or choose to run
This be the Maccabee machine gun

[Verse 1: Hell Razah]
We was raised offa Marvin Gaye, now look at us now
We King Tuts of the modern day
Got hands like Langston Hughes, drop jewels
Like Curtis Mayfield, make gangster blues
Black Jew rap, Sammy Davis
Write a script like Spike Lee, to take back our forty acres
Aiyo the hood is my resident, God is my President
I still hear pops playing Duke Ellington
In the project to keep felons in, more veterans
War veterans, coming home, more heroin
More guns in the minor's hand
They wanna fuck up my future plans, man
[Chorus]
No MC's original, it's nothing new fucking with Sun
Many'll call, but a few will come
This be the revolution, choose a gun
You either run with us, or choose to run
This be the Maccabee machine gun
No idea's original, it's nothing new fucking with Sun
Many'll call, but a few will come
This be the revolution, choose a gun
You either run with us, or choose to run
This be the Maccabee machine gun

[Verse 2: Killah Priest]
My revolutionary fears Hell, son of Israel
Outlaw 'cause I'm known to skip bail, Maccabee watch our shit sale
My nine spit shells, out like waves to beaches
It is real as the Braveheart fatal creatures
I light candles and I say thesis
Raised by G's, born in the 40's
Told me stories, none are happy, end as they all, ending gory
Told me that the same government is coming for me
So what I do? Go back to apartment 4D
Went in my closet, grabbed the burner with the rocket
They want me, they gotta take my whole projects
Fuck y'all, I'm in the back getting French massages
We the realest, you all mirages
Maccabee, Black Israelites, liberal life, nights in prison
Fight the system, Muslims, Jews and Christian
The hoodlum serving food in kitchens
Politicians tryna fool the listeners
Listen up, project hallways, since the 4th grade
Since I smashed more brains, my nephew he had always
Back in the days, the track leap from the grave
To the stage, we Maccabeez, gats and trees
Yeah, gats and trees, we Maccabeez
Relax and breathe, we actually
The master is me, yo, faculty
Black fatigues, we clap at you P-U-S-S-I-Es
Fuck y'all, yeah, we Maccabeez motherfucker