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Saturday, September 19, 2009

Lyrics for "What They Yellin"

Song Title: What they Yelling
Lyrics Written by P. Jacobs (ASCAP)
Music Produced by S. Phillips (ASCAP)
©2009 R.E.B.E.L. Firm Music Division

I’m a go go getter/flow more sicker than a hobo’s kisses/spit cold so vicious/voice box holds Christmas/got the game locked/more bars no visits/I know no limits/see eternity like I hold those minutes/all foes so finished/a young soul but the stroll so vintage/ grind so relentless/bank roll more spinach/what I got is classic till the casket/even then the spirit of a R.E.B.E.L. passing/to a young kid with passion/to go against the grain of what a system say we acting/a young black man/who dares to be great/prepare for my fate/ and slice through the layers of hate/got to go take your food/life aint sharing the plate/the young R.E.B.E.L. general striking fear from the gate/
I’m a real R.E.B.E.L./that’s what they yelling/from the president to the ex-felons/we gone ride out/we gone ride out/show ‘em what our grind bout/
The big big lion prowling/the young pistol whipper snapper out just a growling/R.E.B.E.L. so aggressive/Sharpie so progressive/could get it at any minute/so I keep my recipe for success/deep in the chest/breathing the West/I’m breeding the best/my seeds gone be blessed/no need for a vest/bye bye peewee’s/I’m big league till my death/knee deep in my quest/and it’s only getting bigger/only getting larger/only getting stronger/living through my Father/homie don’t even bother/Cano kicked back/now I’m back with the lava/the young righteous mobster/spitting Sinatra mantras/killing it till my times up/life’s scars keep my grind tough/never find fluff/it’s high stakes/and I can’t afford to try luck/R.E.B.E.L. to the sky what/
The it factor/hip hop’s Mick Jagger/potatoes used to be skinny/now the chips fatter/the lips split matter/reassemble and then shatter/even something simple makes the dip sticks scatter/tell me do you gather/reconvene the session/an obscene obsession/rap clings to my essence/deeper in the Son/feeling clean in His presence/my light beams deep tree green incandescence/R.E.B.E.L. this is confession/this is not a dream/where I’ve seen/I’m heading/kids call me that dude like I teamed with Devin/been through hell’s gate/so lyrically I’m heaven/lyrically I’m brethren with the likes of Martin, Malcolm, Obama, Nelson/lay that on a track and it’s a tailspin/present it well to my brethren to get the jails slim/and I’m a R.E.B.E.L. for life is what they yelling

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