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 a 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 left They came to see the maniac psychopath The critics hunting me and the 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 It just don't pay to be 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 And I throw peace to the bat Because from the jungle to Old Town They're backing me up all the way You know you gotta love the sound It's from the R.E.B.L., the R.E.B.L. of the underground R.E.B.L. is a R.E.B.L., R.E.B.L. of the underground R.E.B.L. is a R.E.B.L., R.E.B.L. of the underground R.E.B.L. is a R.E.B.L., R.E.B.L. of the underground R.E.B.L. Now face to face with the devil Cause they breed more rebels in the whole damn ghetto And police brutality You see they put you in the NIP and call it technicality You reap what you sow To reap the wrath of the R.E.B.L. Jacking them up with that smoke Watching out of boxes in the hen house Creeping up on your daughter while you sleep I got her sneaking out Tupac ain't nothing nice I'll be nutting how I wanna And doing what I'm gonna Now I'm up to no good The mastermind of mischief Moving more than most could So sit and slip into the sand It's the R.E.B.L., the R.E.B.L. of the underground R.E.B.L. is a R.E.B.L., R.E.B.L. of the underground R.E.B.L. is a R.E.B.L., R.E.B.L. of the underground R.E.B.L. is a R.E.B.L., R.E.B.L. of the underground R.E.B.L. is a R.E.B.L., R.E.B.L. 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 tryna sweat me In fact, they tryna keep me out Tryna listen to what I say Cause they don't like what I'm talking about So it's one with the media today Got brothers selling out Cause they greedy to get paid For me, I'm coming from the soul And if it don't go, go My story's still getting 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 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're talking street slang But the punks still can't hang They're making 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 selling out Just to get your record out Cause the apocalypse is straight down So feel the wrath of the rebel The rebel of the undertow