Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rebel Music, artist - Hell Razah. Date of issue: 26.06.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rebel Music |
| I hear echoes, where anger cry, feel me? |
| I bring tears to the angel eye, and paint pictures |
| with a pen, for the saints that die |
| Why you happy go lucky, off of record label lies |
| I make, rebel music, verse the devil’s illusion |
| This time, they can’t pacify the revolution |
| Even if they plan to pay us back, retrobution |
| I revoke to be part of their couch, cuz we don’t own |
| Enough boats, to be shipping in no bundles of coke |
| I can’t advertise, on killin’my folks, who dead broke |
| While I’m thinkin’of my ancestors, hung on ropes |
| Black queens havin’seeds while she’s strung on dope |
| I resurrected Nat Turner with this song that I wrote wrote |
| I’m lettin’the music on the side, and waitin' |
| forward, to lettin’the music, will let me ride — sample |
| Rebel Music on my side always, this be the theme for the UBP’s |
| O.G.'s, and they young seeds |
| I’m lettin’the music on the side, and waitin' |
| forward, to lettin’the music, will let me ride — sample |
| Rebel Music on my side always, I rebel against the true system |
| A young man givin’old wisdom, over soul witness |
| I try to stay out of drama, give my life to the heavenly father |
| '92 had a fetish for them heavy revolvers |
| We die as martyrs, underground, call me Osama |
| Plant seeds like a farmer, off of positive karma |
| Spiritual armor, bring me more medals of honor |
| I’m not your average M.C., son, my level is sharper |
| The ghetto is smarter, children of them biblical authors |
| Abraham, lost sheep, must continue the saga |
| Revelations, 2 and 9 prove that Christ was darker |
| Than the paintings on your walls, and your living room halls |
| Tatooed on your arms, and you chains and charms |
| Tell moms that I love her, God, for singing me songs |
| I’m lettin’the music on the side, and waitin' |
| forward, to lettin’the music, will let me ride — sample |
| Rebel Music, Rebel Music’s on my side always (it's what I keep by my side) |
| Live in the ghetto, and I die in the ghetto, ghetto |
| I’m lettin’the music on the side, and waitin' |
| forward, to lettin’the music, will let me ride — sample |
| My mind be crumb, the revolutionary seven needs |
| They raised up in the eighties, with these crack babies |
| Rest in peace on my project walls, a young drug lord |
| It’s either rap now, or basketball |
| Everybody gotta jersey on, thinkin’they be murdering songs |
| Same hoes that put burberry on You only learn when your hustle is wrong, you stepped your game |
| Shooters miss, when they aim up, Bush applied and they blamed us Do a coke bust, hit the crib, say Bin Laden blew it up Locked up, half of my raise, until we wise up Rise up, and master our faith, word |
| up, son |
| I’m a true black brother, ask Angie Stone |
| Papa was a rolling stone, Razah be the heir to the throne |
| Now I got check writers, ears to the phone |
| Meetings with big businessmen in other timezones |
| Chrome registered guns, two educated sons |
| Goons ready to ill when the revolution comes |
| I’m lettin’the music on the side, and waitin' |
| forward, to lettin’the music, will let me ride — sample |
| Rebel Music on my side always |
| you’ll be back like young black geronimo jacks |
| With a calico, trenchcoats and godfather hats |
| I’m lettin’the music on the side, and waitin' |
| forward, to lettin’the music, will let me ride — sample |
| Afro picks, black leather gloves and Cadillac’s |
| Marvin Gaye tracks, straps like Ron O’Neal |
| Rest in peace, Bobby Seals, Bobby Seals |
| Lived to die, for revolutionary music, rest in peace |
| Tupac Ashata Shakur, get up, stand up Lived to die, for revolution music |
| Rest in peace to all the brothers in the ghetto |
| Didn’t make it, get up stand up, don’t give up the fight |
| Lived to die, for revolution music |
| Said get up, stand up, revolution to the only black |
| Sun of Man, the son of god |
| Get up, stand up, rest in peace, to all my brothers Tard and Clint |
| Cousin Jason, Ghetto Government Officials, died for rebel music |
| Signed, sealed and delivered |
| I’m lettin’on the side, and waitin’forward, to lettin’the music, will let me ride — sample |