Rise Of The Rebel Lyrics
[Verse 1: Esoteric]
It’s the rise of the rebel, story of an MC
Glory evidently, don’t tempt me
Yo, my first contact with this music
Was fifth grade when the biggest threat was a switchblade
Noble, for real, Jordan was still
A Tarheel at NC, when I first thought I’d MC
Dwelling in the Bean before Preem
Seldom heard, I was rarely seen
Travelling between Bev and Dorchester
Each semester of my life
For as long as I remember was trife
Living on the cutting edge of a knife
Busy making bars, tapes and pasting odd breaks
To butt heads with the mic
First time on stage, duke, I was rocking grey troops
Next show I had Cuccini shirts and a beige suit
I used to have high top with lines in my head
Now I, ride the train with these lines in my head
I no longer have time for this bullshit
The politic dug six smiling at cats
I wouldn’t even wanna fuck with
On the personal B.I. tip or friendship
They’re reversible and two-faced
Shady like a cash-filled suitcase
”Fuck y’all” leaves my mouth quicker than the taste of toothpaste
One of the illest this sport's seen
The only way I’m going peacefully is with morphine
It’s the rise of the rebel, story of an MC
Glory evidently, don’t tempt me
Yo, my first contact with this music
Was fifth grade when the biggest threat was a switchblade
Noble, for real, Jordan was still
A Tarheel at NC, when I first thought I’d MC
Dwelling in the Bean before Preem
Seldom heard, I was rarely seen
Travelling between Bev and Dorchester
Each semester of my life
For as long as I remember was trife
Living on the cutting edge of a knife
Busy making bars, tapes and pasting odd breaks
To butt heads with the mic
First time on stage, duke, I was rocking grey troops
Next show I had Cuccini shirts and a beige suit
I used to have high top with lines in my head
Now I, ride the train with these lines in my head
I no longer have time for this bullshit
The politic dug six smiling at cats
I wouldn’t even wanna fuck with
On the personal B.I. tip or friendship
They’re reversible and two-faced
Shady like a cash-filled suitcase
”Fuck y’all” leaves my mouth quicker than the taste of toothpaste
One of the illest this sport's seen
The only way I’m going peacefully is with morphine
[Hook: Esoteric] (x2)
It’s the rise of the rebel, story of an MC
Glory evidently, don’t tempt me
Yo you living life, shit is trife
A little tyke, growing up that wanna spit on a mic
Get it right
[Verse 2: Esoteric]
Yo, let me set it straight for people that show love
And people that show hate, my life’s far from great
My folks far from rich, a message to the kids
Think for yourself, don’t believe a gossiping bitch
See I know you gotta teach to keep kids in the seats
But rap ain’t a tool to put my fam’s biz in the streets
And I, don’t know why I spit this arrogant shit
When most my life is filled up with embarrassing shit
I don’t walk around crying cause my parents is split
They ain’t had hella kids, I don’t know no relatives
I ain’t got no type of cash, but y’all think I do
Cause I flash, and spend it on superficial trash
My 25th hour just never seems to pass
So it’s only right I live each day like it’s my last
This is for the cats that heard the flow
And got the background twisted like vertigo
And yo
It’s the rise of the rebel, story of an MC
Glory evidently, don’t tempt me
Yo you living life, shit is trife
A little tyke, growing up that wanna spit on a mic
Get it right
[Verse 2: Esoteric]
Yo, let me set it straight for people that show love
And people that show hate, my life’s far from great
My folks far from rich, a message to the kids
Think for yourself, don’t believe a gossiping bitch
See I know you gotta teach to keep kids in the seats
But rap ain’t a tool to put my fam’s biz in the streets
And I, don’t know why I spit this arrogant shit
When most my life is filled up with embarrassing shit
I don’t walk around crying cause my parents is split
They ain’t had hella kids, I don’t know no relatives
I ain’t got no type of cash, but y’all think I do
Cause I flash, and spend it on superficial trash
My 25th hour just never seems to pass
So it’s only right I live each day like it’s my last
This is for the cats that heard the flow
And got the background twisted like vertigo
And yo
[Hook] (x2)
About
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4th song on “DC2: Bars of Death” by 7L & Esoteric.
This song tells the listener about Esoteric becoming an MC and how his life is influenced by rapping.
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- 2.Ring Music
- 4.Rise Of The Rebel
- 6.This Is War
- 11.Battlefield
- 12.Touchy Subject
- 15.Way Of The Gun
- 16.Another Way Out
- 19.Yell at Us
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