Artist: Inspectah Deck Album: The Resident Patient 2 Song: A Rebel Typed by: pneumatic [Inspectah Deck] I thought I told you, I'm a rebel You stepped in the pit of the flame Your lost on Beat Street, I'ma throw spit on your name How we got it you can get it the same Son sick in the brain, Not to fuck with simple and plain Hear the roar when they mention his name It's like Mike when he score with like two seconds left in the game Come through blue sweats and a chain And I far from far fetched, The I.N.S. rep what he claim Small change don't step in my lane I rep too hard body, I click-bang, Give em the pain With the slick slang grippin your brain Shot gun with Miss Thing twistin up piff in the range Nawmean, Can't get with them games Your boy born with it, So how you gone get him to change They only hatin cause I'm dickin they dames Skate'n in the six or the range, While you whisperin names You a lame throwin shit in the game Piranha wanna see me in a state greens and prisoner chains But I'm smooth like the groove to the listeners brain And you only understand it if you been through my pain Icey whites, Fitteds and frames, Hustle in my blood Bet my seeds gone get it the same Yes indeed I set it in flames, So ahead of my game All aboard yall, Get on the train Be careful this is real shit, Weapons'll blaze Street slang, The heat make your temperature raise Beats bang, The streets stay fiendin for days He came, To represent a section of grain Careful this is real shit, Weapons'll blaze