2Pac - Rebel Of The Underground

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 wit the little bass and treble, hey mister:
It's time for me to explain that I'm the rebel. (rebel, rebel, rebel)
Cold as the devil.
Straight from the underground, the rebel of lower levels
They came to see the maniac psychopath.
The critics hunted me in 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 homie. (He's Gonna Do What He Wants To Do)
And maybe then, the critics'll leave your boy alone, G. (He's Gonna Do What He Wants To Do)
On the streets or on TV, it just don't pay to be a truth tellin MC.
They won't be happy till I'm banned.
The most dangerous weapon: an educated black man.
So point blank in your face, pump up the bass, 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 ya gotta love the sound.
It's from the rebel: the rebel of the underground.

[Chorus]
(Rebel) He's a rebel: rebel of the underground
(Rebel) He's a rebel: rebel of the underground
(Rebel) He's a rebel: rebel of the underground
(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 in the whole damn ghetto.
And police brutality,
Shit they 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. (He's gonna do what he wants to do)
Tupac ain't nuttin nice.
I'll be nothin how I wanna and doing what I'm gonna. (He's gonna do what he wants to do)
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.

[Chorus]

[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.
Tryin 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's still gettin' told.
And that way they can't stop me. (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 rythm and I'm about to fly through.
So yo to the people in the ghetto.
When ya hear the bass flow, go ahead and let go.
Now everybody wanna gangbang.
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.

[Chorus repeat until fade]
2pac is a rebel: rebel of the underground
2pac is a rebel: rebel of the underground
2pac is a rebel: rebel of the underground
2pac is a rebel: rebel of the underground