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the rebel scum
alternative hip hop, the real, your mom, deep lyrics, mak kau, chris rock for president
The Rebel Scum is composed of: Verbal Assault, The Sicksiderz, and The Illphonics. We make music whenever we can. When we can't, we hang out at the mapley. Such is life. contact us through: therebelscum@hotmail.com
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
Peak #772
Peak in subgenre #55
Author
Kitorang
Rights
Mak Korang
Uploaded
February 05, 2004
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MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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MIC WRECKA: Worry about when Mic Wrecka strikes,forget disaster the ink on the Richter Scale splurts out,it couldnt measure my rhymes leaves emcees shook,unbalanced then fall like one of the four seasons but u only last in one by bringing more heat than gangsters got guns shoot rhymes, experts investigate code 187 details - the heat melts your ice cold rhymes into water boiling emcees that will slowly develop into vapor leave'em vanished in ashes and dust to dust loud emcees are like faders, bring them down is a must especialy when they claim, to be at a higher level distorting hip hop into ICU concition - unstable so to the ones who think they ill, they're vaccinated when i spread sick rhymes u wish you were recuperated forced to take back your words and realize you never made it only time will tell when you'll get annihilated i admit it, guilty on the subject of matter i was the one to blame burning these wack emcees and their wack rhymes altogether did for a good cause for worse or better Mic Wrecka is here to be the rectifier WORDSMANIFEST: beast wars out your box, the animist pugilist guaranteed tight-fisted throughout your playlist i say this, five times harder with more conviction this track's better off empty without your dereliction check my diction, airy to the point of agoraphobia i'm a sound machine like gloria, deeper than mines of Moria the more the gorier, three emcees on the coup d'etat bringin weapons of mass destruction on the tips of scimitars leave the bars scarred, wipe my blod and sweat with your brain tissue every syllable i spit's on target, when you're gone who's gonna miss you? a noose for peeps hangin with you, cut off ties, the guillotine you're feeding off my liquids, little kids - no more Ovaltine nourishment from source unseen, unheard voices i manifested my warranty is payback, track record is tried and tested you're bested, by the top hat of the monopoly do not pass go - two dice thrown, Illson's the singularity ILLSON: im reinventing spaces the track triple sages mcs who write burning pages of thoughts manifested the best is presented, the artform is calm my word is born thru the hell's of desert storm war is inevitable but peace is what i need i wrecked incredible thru the microphone i spit now speak the truth lies beneath the sheet untold you on the cover but my rhymes are centre-fold so when i write the ink absorbed the paper exposed my mentality is oriented, god made me invented the prose my source of insparation, rebel scum diagnose rape with proper dosage kick your hip then you hop, mainstream that got you pop ecstasy junkies couldnt be any progressive burning down the house im aroused by the music with my mind on the ladies gentlemen listen, my flow gets you ready or not here i come when you spit that, im dropping mad props when u need that you figure out the rest... =)
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