2 Pac - Rebel Of The Underground Lyrics
Rebel, rebel, rebelThey just cant stand the reignOr the occasional painOf a man like me who goes against the grain.Sometimes I do it in vainSo wit the little bass and treble aint missed aSo its time for me to explain that Im the rebel.Cold as the devil.Straight from the underground, the rebel alone laughs.They came to see the maniac sychopath.The critics heard of me and the aftermath.I dont give a damn and it shows.A 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 homies.Maybe then, the criticsll leave your boy alone, g.On the streets or on tv, it just dont pay the be a truth tellin mc.They wont be happy till Im banned.The most dangerous weapon: an educated black man.For point blank in your face, pump up the bass, and join the human race.I throw peace to the bay.Cuz from the jungle to oaktown, they backin me up all the way.You know ya gotta love the sound.Its from the rebel: the rebel of the underground.Hes the rebel: rebel of the undergroundNow Im face to face with the devil.Cuz they breedin more rebels than the whole damn ghetto.And police brutality,Put you in a nip and call it technicality.So you reap what you soe.So read the wrath of the rebel jackin em up once more.Now the fox is in the henhouse.Creepin up on your daughter, while you asleepI got her sneakin out.Tupac aint nuttin nice.Ill be nothin how I wanna and do it when Im gonna.Now Im up to no good.The mastermind of mischief movin more than most could.So sit and slip into the sound.Peep the rebel: the rebel of the underground.Hes the rebel: rebel of the undergroundThey say they hate me, they wanna hold me down.I guess they scared of the rebel: the rebel of the underground.But I never let it get me.I just make another record bout the punks tryin to sweat me.In fact, they tryin to keep me out.Try to censor what I say cuz they dont like what Im talkin bout.So whats wrong with the media today.Got brothers sellin out cuz they greedy to get paid.But me, Im comin from the soul.And if it dont go gold, my story still get told.And that way they cant stop me.And if it sells a couple of copies, the punksll try to copy.Its sloppy, dont even try to.Im a slave to the rythm and Im about to fly through.Sold yo(ya-yo) to the people in the ghetto.When ya hear the bass roll, go ahead and let go.Now everybody wanna gangbang.They talkin street slang, but the punk still cant hang.By makin records bout violenceBut when it comes to the real, some brothers go silent.It kinda make you wanna think aboutThat ya gotta do some sellin out, just to get your record out.But 2pacalpyse is straight down.So feel the wrath of the rebel: the rebel of the underground.2pac is the rebel: rebel of the underground
