You A ArmChair Revolutionary
Yo, you talk a good one everytime I come through, 
but the real question is WHAT U GONNA DO??? 
You A Armchair Revolutionary!
You a Garveyite and never been to Africa.
A Double Muslim and never been to Mecca.
A disciple of King and never waged a boycott.
Never went to a rally when one of our folks go shot by the cops.
Never told a young cat to stop selling rocks.
You just blah blah blah! 
Talking about everything under the sun moon and stars.
Grew some dreads and talk about Jah.
Shaved your head and talk about Allah.
Got hit with some curveballs in life and turned to Christ.
Wen't pentacostal and started talking Voodoo.
You too through.
Yo, you talk a good one everytime I come through,
but the real question is WHAT U GONNA DO??? 
You A Armchair Revolutionary. 
You talk about Mumia and forgot about H Rap Brown.
And all the other political prisoners on lock down.
You talk about the motherplane and acid rain and extraterrestrials 
and how we celestials 
but forgot about Amadou getting shot in the vestibule.
You always talking shit you thought nobody else knew.
I peeped the speculation section at barnes and nobles. 
Coming with Farrakhan and Dr. York. 
While swining and dining with pork on your fork. 
You complain about the Hispanic population escalating 
and nobody cares about us, 
and what people think about us, and why they move away from us. 
It makes me wonder in whose god you trust. 
See You talk a good one every time I come through, 
but the real question is WHAT U GONNA DO??? 
You a Armchair Revolutionary. 
You talk about the Arabs and Africans and Europeans 
and how they enslaved the Nubians and brought us over here. 
Our culture was robbed and because of them now we ain't got no jobs.
And the little people in the shops 
looking up at us from 4 foot 2 like we
gonna steal something from their store. 
And how we shouldn't buy from them no more, 
and how the man made aids so we can't hit chicks raw.
How Ascroft took away our civil laws and rights 
and how come black folk too scared to fight. 
Yo, you talk a good one every time I come through, 
but the real question is WHAT U GONNA DO? 
You A Armchair Revolutionary. 
And then you talk about the kids. 
You call 'em generation crack. 
And why they wear their pants like that? 
With them rags on they heads 
And you never took the time to talk to one of them. 
But you consider them... trifling niggers
That would rather pull triggers 
on each other Than join the revolution 
that only seems to exist... in your head. 
You mad at everybody from lightskin to multiracial to bourgie 
And aint nobody thinking about you pa! 
You mad at sisters that crossed over,
lesbians, gays, Politicians, the elephant and the donkey. 
While you sit in front of the TV with the remote 
like a brass monkey, flunkie or crack junkie
Like a black Archie Bunker, talking about the honkey. 
Yo, you talk a good one everytime I come through,
but the real question is WHAT U GONNA DO??? 
You a Armchair Revolutionary!