Didi - Rebel of the Underground lyrics

[Intro] Rebel ... rebel Rebel Rebel ... rebel [Verse 1] They just can't stand the reign, or the occasional pain From a man like me, who goes against the grain Sometimes I do it in vain So with a little ba** and treble Hey mister, it's time for me to explain that I'm the rebel Cold as the devil Straight from the underground, the rebel, a lower level They came to see the maniac psychopath The critics heard of me, and the aftermath 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 homies And maybe then, the critics'll leave your boy alone, G On the streets or on TV It just don't pay to be, a truth tellin' MC They won't be happy 'til I'm banned The most dangerous weapon: an educated black man So point blank in your face Pump up the ba**, and join the human race I throw peace to The Bay Cause from The Jungle to Oaktown, they backin' me up all the way You know you gotta love the sound It's from the rebel - the rebel of the underground [Hook x4] Rebel, he's a rebel Rebel of the underground [Verse 2] Now I'm face to face with the devils Cause they breedin' more rebels than the whole damn ghetto And police brutality sh**, it put you in the nip and call it technicality So you reap what you sow So reap the wrath of the rebel, jackin' 'em up once mo' Now the fox is in the henhouse Creepin' up on your daughter while you sleep I got her sneakin' out 2Pac ain't nothin' nice, I'll be nothin' how I wanna And doin' what I'm gonna Now I'm 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 [Hook x4] [Verse 3] They 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 Cause they don't like what I'm talkin' 'bout So what's wrong with the media today Got brothers sellin' out cause they greedy to get paid But me, I'm comin' from the soul And if it don't go gold, my story still gettin' told And that way they can't stop me And if it sells a couple of copies, the punks'll try to copy 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 ya hear the ba** flow, go ahead and let go Now everybody wanna g**n They talkin' street slang, but the punks still can't hang They makin' records 'bout violence But when it comes to the real, some brothers go silent It kinda make you wanna think about That ya gotta do some sellin' out, just to get your record out But 2Pacalypse is straight down So feel the wrath of the rebel - the rebel of the underground [Outro x8] 2Pac is a rebel Rebel of the underground