R.E.B.L.E. R.E.B.L.E. R.E.B.L.E. They just can't stand the rain or the occasional pain From a man like me who goes against the grain Sometimes I do it in vain So with the little basic trouble, hey mister It's time for me to explain that I'm the R.E.B.L.E. Cold as the devil, straight from the underground The R.E.B.L.E. alone is levin' They came to see the maniac psychopath The critics hunted me as an astronaut I don't give a damn and it shows And when I do a stage show I wear street clothes So they all know me The lyrical lunatic, the maniac MC I give a shout out to your home And maybe then the critics will leave your boy alone Gee, on the streets or on TV They just don't pay the beat A truth-telling MC They won't be happy till I'm banned The most dangerous weapon An educated black man to point-blank in your face Pump up the bass and join the human race I throw peace to the bet Cause from the jungle to old town They backin' me up all the way You know you gotta love the sound It's from the R.E.B.L.E. The R.E.B.L.E. of the underground R.E.B.L.E. of the underground R.E.B.L.E. of the underground R.E.B.L.E. of the underground R.E.B.L.E. of the underground Now face to face with the devil Cause they breedin' more rebels than the whole damn ghetto And police brutality You see they put you in the nip and call it technicality So reap what you sow So reap the wrath of the R.E.B.L. Jackin' em up, that's smoke Not a box in the hen house Creepin' up on your daughter while you sleep I gotta sneak it out Tupac ain't nothin' nice I be nuttin' how I wanna And doin' what I'm done Now I'm up to no good The mastermind of mischief Movin' more than most could So sit and slip into the sand It's the R.E.B.L.E. The R.E.B.L.E. of the underground R.E.B.L.E. of the underground R.E.B.L.E. of the underground R.E.B.L.E. of the underground R.E.B.L.E. of the underground R.E.B.L.E. of the underground R.E.B.L.E. of the underground They say they hate me They wanna hold me dead I guess they scared of the R.E.B.L. The R.E.B.L. of the underground But I never let it get me I just make another record About the punks tryin' to sweat me In fact, they tryin' to keep me out Tryin' to censor what I say Cause they don't like what I'm talkin' about So what's wrong with the media today? Got brothers sellin' out Cause they greedy to get paid For me, I'm comin' from the soul And if it don't go, go My story's still gettin' told And that's the way it can't stop And if it sells a couple of copies The punks will try to cop me It's sloppy, don't even try to I'm a slave to the rhythm And I'm about to fly through So yo to the people in the ghetto When you hear the bass flow Go ahead and let go Now everybody wanna gang bang They talkin' street slang But the punks still can't hang They makin' records about violence But when it comes to the real Some brothers go silent And kinda make you wanna think about That you gotta do some sellin' out Just to get your record out But your rock lips is straight down So feel the wrath of the rebel The rebel of the hundred