Sunz of Man - Rebel MusicLyrics

"I'm lettin' the music on the side, and waitin' Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride" Hell Razah, Get Large Productions Revolution music, Rebel Music, baby [Chorus] It's Rebel Music, put your mind into it Right hand in the air, before you solemly sware it's (rebel music) The next rap level to music, step your paint game up And if not, then keep moving "I'm lettin' the music on the side, and waitin' Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride" Rebel Music free the pain inside, until this day in my ghetto I hear echoes, where anger cry, feel me? I bring tears to the angel eye, and paint pictures With a pen, for the saints that die Why you happy go lucky, off of record label lies I make, rebel music, verse the devil's illusion This time, they can't pacify the revolution Even if they plan to pay us back, retrobution I revoke to be part of their couch, 'cause we don't own Enough boats, to be shipping in no bundles of coke I can't advertise, on killin' my folks, who dead broke While I'm thinkin' of my ancestors, hung on ropes Black queens havin' seeds while she's strung on dope I resurrected Nat Turner with this song that I wrote wrote [Chorus] "I'm lettin' the music on the side, and waitin' Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride" Rebel Music on my side always, this be the theme for the UBP's O.G.'s, and they young seeds "I'm lettin' the music on the side, and waitin' Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride" Rebel Music on my side always, I rebel against the true system A young man givin' old wisdom, over soul witness I try to stay out of drama, give my life to the heavenly father '92 had a fetish for them heavy revolvers We die as martyrs, underground, call me Osama Plant seeds like a farmer, off of positive karma Spiritual armor, bring me more medals of honor I'm not your average M.C., son, my level is sharper The ghetto is smarter, children of them biblical authors Abraham, lost sheep, must continue the saga Revelations, 2 and 9 prove that Christ was darker Than the paintings on your walls, and your living room halls Tatooed on your arms, and you chains and charms Tell moms that I love her, God, for singing me songs [Chorus] "I'm lettin' the music on the side, and waitin' Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride" Rebel Music, Rebel Music's on my side always (it's what I keep by my side) Live in the ghetto, and I die in the ghetto, ghetto "I'm lettin' the music on the side, and waitin' Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride" My mind be crumb, the revolutionary seven needs They raised up in the eighties, with these crack babies Rest in peace on my project walls, a young drug lord It's either rap now, or basketball Everybody gotta jersey on, thinkin' they be murdering songs Same hoes that put burberry on You only learn when your hustle is wrong, you stepped your game Shooters miss, when they aim up, Bush applied and they blamed us Do a coke bust, hit the crib, say Bin Laden blew it up Locked up, half of my raise, until we wise up Rise up, and master our faith, word up, son I'm a true black brother, ask Angie Stone Papa was a rolling stone, Razah be the heir to the throne Now I got check writers, ears to the phone Meetings with big businessmen in other timezones Chrome registered guns, two educated sons Goons ready to ill when the revolution comes [Chorus] "I'm lettin' the music on the side, and waitin' Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride" Rebel Music on my side always You'll be back like young black geronimo jacks With a calico, trenchcoats and godfather hats "I'm lettin' the music on the side, and waitin' Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride" Afro picks, black leather gloves and Cadillac's Marvin Gaye tracks, straps like Ron O'Neal Rest in peace, Bobby Seals, Bobby Seals Lived to die, for revolutionary music, rest in peace Tupac Ashata Shakur, get up, stand up Lived to die, for revolution music Rest in peace to all the brothers in the ghetto Didn't make it, get up stand up, don't give up the fight Lived to die, for revolution music Said get up, stand up, revolution to the only black Sun of Man, the son of god Get up, stand up, rest in peace, to all my brothers Tard and Clint Cousin Jason, Ghetto Government Officials, died for rebel music Signed, sealed and delivered "I'm lettin' on the side, and waitin' forward, to Lettin' the music, will let me ride"