to toe Just to keep a steady cash flow Who'll sever the limbs of a thousand men To get the economy going again When you're captain of the game Red
the level, the rebel to you Never lose or let a devil break up my crew Never nervous, serve 'em with the words with purpose it's the CoIntel killa black hard truth
It's the return of the (Bush Killa) back to bust Just us for the justice, in God we trust I rush truth to the youth, and shine the light Take the red
with us Ms. melodie, she's down with us Just-ice and dmx, they're down with us My manager moe, he's down with us Castle-d boy, he's down with us D.j. red
Why must my visions be so clear The truth, the truth, I've got work to do I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down But you know you can't paint a frown
, smiling at the thought of us dying, The water that's rising ain't the shore it's more of your crying, Jealous cause we striving and inspired by truths
Kids who can't afford thinkin' caps But always found drinkin' raps and eatin' off beats Claimin' laws of the streets, but who made the laws? Everybody playin' 'rebel
pay ?? I stay wicked I tell the truth I rip down ?? an stick it to the fastest crew I'm a rebel son, I pay my dues I'm a citizen (ha) red, black an
target to homicide Flash throwin at my head Code Red leavin' soldiers wasted, dead Truth sparks revolution and is therefore labeled violent Condemned to the silent movement of rebels
devils, psycho rebels Bitch turn up the treble We wanna be heard because we speak the truth Yo we miss Rob Harris in the DJ booth And that's the truth
leave, ya beta leave fool I'm one of the three of the horniest devils I'm not violent j but I'm a psychopathic rebel Just a bud smokin panty feelin'
leave, ya better leave fool I'm one of the three of the horniest devils I'm not Violent J but I'm a psychopathic rebel Just a bud smokin panty feelin
r-e-e-d-o-m is a must Chorus A put me life on the line for things me believe in Knowing the truth cause offense but me know a no sin Confident in
heartbeat pounding away To the rhythm of the awful rusted machines We toss and turn but don't sleep Each breath we take makes us thieves Like causes without rebels
stories are polluted Tell me the truth before I have you electrocuted Attempting on my person wouldn't be the wise thing In your thoughts you have fear of my peoples uprisings The masses rebel
your make up and show me your real face your temptin' eyes cut through me as you untie your lace lived your false illusions, now I see the truth there
