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Vertimas: Rebel Susitinka Rebel. Laikas.
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Kings 'til the sundown Deadly issues of telekinesis Better show love or lay down Hold down, welcome to the showdown I think it's 'bout time little Layzie
rebel niggas Never ever rebel, just only time telling niggas Wake up 'fore niggas eat you It's only matter of time, when them nines come out to meet you
no jealousy, not even competition let go, release, you hold the keys time we evaporate into the breeze we are nothing, we are something let go, release, you hold the keys it's time
I'm a kill when the rebel yells song that don't stop Till it's done, see I got guns and I'm sick See how you said meet me here and I came quick Them
and fight He's a rebel, just a rebel All the battles are won But he's still on the run He's a rebel When it comes time for leavin' Don't stand in my
the funk I raise everyday for the mass Tote my fist right up right against the fascist Descend to my borough digs my diction It's way on time pass the
t the block and get slumped or knocked It don't stop y'all and it just don't stop Dig it I leave the microphone intrigued with my practice This rebel
's a gettin' rock shot 41 times And you askin' why I run from one time I don't even get justice Sometimes, no times, oh, I'm bout to lose my mind Reality
metal Who say Dre ain't ghetto? Just whistle like a tea kettle I throw three at you, tell me if you see devils 'Cause we rebels over here, I smell chronic
I'm a stick it to your fuckin' nugget About seventeen times and you're gonna love it, motherfucker Drive down my street And stare at the folks who can't make end's meet
think you're fuckin' with? We keep this shit like a track meet, we be runnin' it With the hatchet on the back While other bitches suckin' sour tits for air time
truce Feelin' good, feelin' fine, hit him off every time, let em have it then i grab it. duck you down, lay you down when i'm pimpin' when i'm sippin' meet
