Rebel, rebel, rebel
They just can't stand the reign
Or the occasional pain
Of a man like me who goes against the grain
Sometimes I do it in vain
So wit the little bass and treble ain't missed a
So it's time for me to explain that I'm the rebel
Cold as the devil
Straight from the underground, the rebel alone laughs
They came to see the maniac sychopath
The critics heard of me and the aftermath
I don't give a damn and it shows
A when I do a stage show I wear street clothes
So they all know me: the lyrical lunatic, the maniac MC
I give a shout out to your homies
Maybe then, the critics'll leave your boy alone, G
On the streets or on TV, it just don't pay the be a truth tellin MC
They won't be happy till I'm banned
The most dangerous weapon: an educated black man
For point blank in your face, pump up the bass, and join the human race
I throw peace to the Bay
Cuz from the jungle to Oaktown, they backin me up all the way
You know ya gotta love the sound
It's from the rebel: the rebel of the underground

He's the rebel: rebel of the underground

Now I'm face to face with the devil
Cuz they breedin more rebels than the whole damn ghetto
And police brutality,
Put you in a nip and call it technicality
So you reap what you soe
So read the wrath of the rebel jackin em up once more
Now the fox is in the henhouse
Creepin up on your daughter, while you asleep
I got her sneakin out
Tupac ain't nuttin nice
I'll be nothin how I wanna and do it when 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

He's the 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 sweat me
In fact, they tryin to keep me out
Try to censor what I say cuz they don't like what I'm talkin 'bout
So what's wrong with the media today
Got brothers sellin out cuz they greedy to get paid
But me, I'm comin from the soul
And if it don't go gold, my story still get 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 rythm and I'm about to fly through
Sold yo(ya-yo) to the people in the ghetto
When ya hear the bass roll, go ahead and let go
Now everybody wanna gangbang
They talkin street slang, but the punk still can't hang
By 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 2pacalpyse is straight down
So feel the wrath of the rebel: the rebel of the underground

2pac is the rebel: rebel of the underground