wat up...anutha song from me...if ur wonderin how im gettin so much done in such lil time, this is actually music i wrote a while ago, so im just doin the recordin rite now, which is a lot quicker...this one is gangsta...beat by yessur
H2O = Igloo M3. Ottawa 613
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Lyrics
Rebel Muzik Lyrics – Written by Igloo
(Verse 1)
Some say that music for rebels is only used by the devil/
Maybe so, but how can u always keep it true on this level/
The powers that be control the whole sound/
The bass boom and the treble/
If you sound different, they gonna outfit u wit a shovel/
Tell you to dig your own grave, slit your own neck/
Pull your own trigga, rip your own chest/
Man don’t tell me no slave won’t give their own breath/
To be their own n*** , and live their own death/
Cuz livin a life where you only livin to die/
Is livin a lie, if u don’t believe me, then give it a try/
In these few minutes of mine, I’ll spit sum intelligent rhymes/
To try to combat all the bull sh** that be killin my mind/
We all end up corrupted, just give me sum time/
I’ll be willin to die, then u can just give me the nine/
Im feelin its time n*** s stop spittin just to fill up a line/
I cant stop tears spillin from eyes/
Always be that children will cry, but why/
(Hook)
The world is getting colder, I told ya/
Everybody gotta be a souljah/
Whether you young or old ya know ya/
Hold ya pain and struggles on your shouldas/
So that’s why I make this rebel muzik/
I make this rebel muzik, man I make this rebel muzik/
So that’s why I make this rebel muzik/
I make this rebel muzik, man I make this rebel muzik/
(Verse 2)
You see life is contradictory, full of trickery/
People say they help you out when your down/
But look, they kickin me/
F*** thinking free, n*** s aint thinking at all/
They only care how many stones is in they rings and they watch/
Everybody say they king of they spot, im just wishin they got/
The good luck that was kept from Big and Tupac/
I can neva stop, cuz time don’t stand still for no man/
Even if u got more grillz in yo hand than George Foreman/
Though cash aint my goal plan, that whole stash is close and/
Callin to my soul man, I cant say no man/
I grew up wit a hole in my soul, man im not a whole man/
Nobody to teach me how to be, I lost my old man/
Money is an empty promise, dishonest, kids want it/
But it keeps talking, even when you got it/
Its shockin, im seein people crying, im seein people dyin/
Why? So that the money keep on pilin/
(Hook)
(Verse 3)
Man it happen too often that my prayers is just talking/
And walkin away don’t help u when the reaper comes knockin/
In the form of people stalkin till the glocks and macs poppin/
And then your outline gets chalked in/
And then you’re locked in your coffin/
They say the Lord only helps those who help themselves/
And blessed are those who can forget their wealth/
But how many people find the strength in them to do either/
I know that im no different neither/
Im still consumed by my fever/
To give in to temptation/
Sensations, elations/
Highs that let my mind die and become vacant/
Until im past the point of no return, I hope its worth/
Being one of many sinners that ensure that hell will always burn/
Im not the worst, but I gotta learn/
To stop the awkward turns of life that start a churn/
That put you under lots of dirt/
Pain is pleasure, so I guess some things just gotta hurt/
If shots’ll burst on me, homey/
Only know that im not the first/
