Rebel, rebel, rebel
Rebel, rebel

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 b*** 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 as 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 Emcee
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 till I'm banned
The most dangerous weapon, an educated black man
So point-blank in your face, pump up the b***
And join the human race

I throw peace to the bay
'Cause from the Jungle to Oak Town, they backin' me up all the way
You know you gotta love the sound
It's from the rebel, the 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
Rebel
He's a rebel
Rebel, rebel of the underground

Now I'm face to face with the Devils
'Cause they breedin' more rebels than the whole damn ghetto
And police brutality
**** 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 hen house, creepin' up on your daughter
While you sleep I got her sneakin' out

Tupac ain't nuttin' nice
I'll be nuttin' 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

Rebel
He's a rebel
Rebel of the underground
Rebel
He's a rebel
Rebel, rebel of the underground
Rebel
He's a rebel
Rebel of the underground
Rebel
He's a rebel
Rebel, rebel of the underground

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 sw*** **

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 b*** flow, go ahead and let go
Now everybody wanna **** ****
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 Tupac calpyse is straight down
So feel the wrath of the rebel, the rebel of the underground

Tupac is a rebel
Rebel of the underground
Tupac is a rebel
Rebel of the underground
Tupac is a rebel
Rebel of the underground
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