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Rebel.. rebel.. REBEL |
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Rebel.. rebel.. |
| [2Pac] |
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They just can't stand the reign, or the occasional pain |
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from a man like me, who goes against the grain |
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Sometimes I do it in vain, so with a little bass and treble |
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Hey Mister! It's time for me to explain that I'm the rebel |
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Cold as the devil |
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Straight from the underground, the rebel, a lower level |
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They came to see the maniac psychopath |
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The critics heard of me, and the aftermath |
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I don't give a damn and it shows |
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And when I do a stage show I wear street clothes |
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So they all know me |
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The lyrical lunatic, the maniac emcee |
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I give a shout out to your homies |
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And maybe then, the critics'll leave your boy alone, G |
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On the streets or on TV |
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It just don't pay to be, a truth tellin MC |
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They won't be happy till I'm banned |
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The most dangerous weapon: an educated black man |
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So point blank in your face, pump up the bass |
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and join the human race |
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I throw peace to the Bay |
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Cause from the Jungle to Oaktown, they backin me up all the way |
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You know you gotta love the sound |
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It's from the rebel -- the rebel of the underground |
| [4X] |
Rebel he's a rebel, rebel of the underground |
| [2Pac] |
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Now I'm face to face with the devils |
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Cause they breedin more rebels than the whole damn ghetto |
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And police brutality |
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shit it put you in the nip and call it technicality |
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So you reap what you sow |
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So reap the wrath of the rebel, jackin em up once mo' |
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Now the fox is in the henhouse, creepin up on your daughter |
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While you sleep I got her sneakin out |
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Tupac ain't nuttin nice |
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I'll be nuttin how I wanna, and doin what I'm gonna |
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Now I'm up to no good |
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The mastermind of mischief movin more than most could |
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So sit and slip into the sound |
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Peep the rebel -- the rebel of the underground |
| [4X] |
Rebel he's a rebel, rebel of the underground |
| [2Pac] |
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They say they hate me, they wanna hold me down |
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I guess they scared of the rebel -- the rebel of the underground |
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But I never let it get me |
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I just make another record bout the punks tryin to sweat me |
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In fact, they tryin to keep me out |
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Try to censor what I say |
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cause they don't like what I'm talkin bout |
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So what's wrong with the media today? |
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Got brothers sellin out cause they greedy to get paid |
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But me, I'm comin from the soul |
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And if it don't go gold, my story still gettin told |
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And that way they can't stop me |
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And if it sells a couple of copies, the punks'll try to copy |
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It's sloppy, don't even try to |
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I'm a slave to the rhythm, and I'm about to fly through |
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So yo to the people in the ghetto |
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When ya hear the bass flow, go ahead and let go |
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Now everybody wanna gangbang |
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They talkin street slang, but the punks still can't hang |
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They makin records bout violence |
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But when it comes to the real, some brothers go silent |
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It kinda make you wanna think about |
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that ya gotta do some sellin out, just to get your record out |
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But 2Pacalpyse is straight down |
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So feel the wrath of the rebel -- the rebel of the underground |
