Bo'kem Allah - Rebel's Delight lyrics

(intro) Ya see me, been the rebel of my cla** ever since PE (Verse 1) Son of the word, of the rebel, its the Epitome I took it to you, an to who's, in the vicinity The people been telling me Bux, give em a remedy So Big up ta Flava and Chuck, its Public Enemy Still in the jungle it is, a Rhyme Animal Ready as long as I live, an dynamical Government sick in the head, an another note Poison is put in the pill , an thats ya antidote Issuing medic insurance, for every resident Who is this not of the purist, doctoring medicines Badder the demon you worship, offering reverence Ya medical symbol a serpent, well theres ya evidence Thinking they takin my thoughts, but yo I own this That ain't whats making ya smart, get off the phone kid Look at em trying to keep, up with the Joneses These are American streets, Home of the Homeless Clothes, cars, hoes, diamonds, gold we living up What have we become, to dumb to know we giving up Blood is in the air, they scared of the indigenous They don't want students, brothers they want prisoners Put another prison up, thats where they vision us Chinks, wabs, white trash, n***as is getting in the bus Feds want ta turn, the Dons ta Ex Cons Then raise the price of gas, for Exxon MON!!! thats Government ran money The Third World holler, the government ran from me Don't believe the hype, Black, Steel in the Hour Rebel wit out a Pause, then, Fight the Power (Verse 2) Ancient practice, of raising taxes A trickle down theory, that just ain't goan happen Ya paid your tuition, an ya pa** ya cla**es Now go and get a job from a racist ba*tard The case is heard, the evidence is worthless Hence the judgements, of disturbing verdicts The cop on the block, call him Officer Nervous Hara**ment, brutality, he offers a service Ha, the Dude planned it, the food is rancid To whom it may concern, baby burn organic Damn the food stamps, an these EBT's Brought the GMO's and, thee di-sease So, yo, we building, truth revealing Internet information, confuse the children Speaking on immigration, boost the ceiling Ganja inhalation, use the healing ……..its been said, before The blood has been bled, the love is undead 1 thread of this, and it does become spread Shots riddled all over the streets, are gun-fed Flaws in gun laws, the kids that peel wigs Turned into whatever it was, it still is Yes the Wild West, the road is possessed A place where its best, to know less To da, break beat, let me take my breather It ain't like I got, all the answers neither,,,,,, ….bless-ed up in the heat, of the heart, that felt To be part of the revolution, it starts wit self, Im like (Verse 3) (SOUNDS LIKE FIYAH)