[Intro: Hell Razah]

[sample] "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: Hell Razah]

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

[sample] "I'm lettin' the music on the side, and waitin'

forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride"



[Hell Razah]

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, cuz 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: Hell Razah]

[sample] "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

[sample] "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



[Hell Razah]

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: Hell Razah]

[sample] "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

[sample] "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



[Hell Razah]

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: Hell Razah]

[sample] "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

[sample] "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



[Outro: Hell Razah]

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

[sample] "I'm lettin' on the side, and waitin' forward, to

lettin' the music, will let me ride"