I'M A Rebel - Lyrics - Accept

Title: I'M A Rebel
Artist: Accept
Composer(s): George Alexander

Lyric:
They say I won't make it to the top of the hill
Won't take the fruit off the tree
And everybody says I'm out for the kill
They're all laughing at me
They're all laughing at me

I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you just know it
I'm a rebel, rebel
And they're all laughing at me

They say I'm a danger to the public and all
I only wish they would see
I'm just the product of a screwed up world
But they're all, they're all laughing at me
But they're all laughing at me

I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you just know it
I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you just know it
I'm a rebel, rebel
But they're all laughing at me

Never ever wash my old blue jeans
And brush the smile off my face
But still I'm a member of the
Human race, human race, human race, human race

I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you just know it
I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you just know it
I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you just know it
I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you just know, know, know

I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you just know it
I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you just know it
(Don't you know)
I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you just know it
I'm a rebel, rebel
And they're all laughing at me
Don't you know
I'm a rebel, come on

I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you just know it
(Don't you know)
I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you just know it
I'm a rebel, rebel, don't you just know it
(I'm a rebel)
I'm a rebel, rebel
Don't you know
[Incomprehensible] you know

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Rebel Rebel - Lyrics - The Best Of Bowie - David Bowie

Title: Rebel Rebel
Album: The Best Of Bowie
Artist: David Bowie
Composer(s): David Jones

Lyric:
You've got your mother in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe your hair's alright
Hey babe let's go out tonight
You like me and I like it all
We like dancin' and we look divine
You love bands when they're playin' hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel, rebel you've torn your dress
Rebel, rebel your face is a mess
Rebel, rebel how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so

You've got your mother in a whirl 'cause she's
Not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe your hair's alright
Hey babe let's stay out tonight
You like me and I like it all
We like dancin' and we look divine
You love bands when they're playin' hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel, rebel you've torn your dress
Rebel, rebel your face is a mess
Rebel, rebel how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so

Rebel, rebel you've torn your dress
Rebel, rebel your face is a mess
Rebel, rebel how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so

You've torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can't get enough but enough ain't the test
You've got your transmission and your live wire
You got your cue line and a handful of 'ludes
You wanna be there when they count up the dudes

And I love your dress
You're a juvenile success
Because your face is a mess
(Rebel, rebel)
So how could they know?
I said, how could they know?
(Rebel, rebel)

So what you wanna know?
Calamity's child, child, chi-child
(Rebel, rebel)
Where'd you wanna go?
What can I do for you? Looks like you've been there too
'Cause you've torn your dress
(Rebel, rebel)
And your face is a mess
Ohh your face is a mess
(Rebel, rebel)
Ohh, ohh so how could they know?
Eh, eh how could they know?
(Rebel, rebel)

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Rebel Rebel - Lyrics - Rickie Lee Jones

Title: Rebel Rebel
Artist: Rickie Lee Jones
Composer(s): David Jones

Lyric:
Got your mother in a whirl
'Cause she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey, babe, your hair's alright
Hey, babe, let's stay out tonight

You like me and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You know fans when they play it hard
They want more and you want it first

Put you down and say I'm wrong
Tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so

Doo doo doo

Got your mother in a whirl
'Cause she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's stay out tonight

You like me and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You know fans when they play it hard
You want more and you want it first

They put you down, say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so

Doo doo doo

Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so

You've torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can't get enough but enough ain't the test
You've got a transmission and a live wire
Got your few lines and a handful of dues

You gonna be there when they count up the blues
I love your dress, I love your dress
You're a juvenile success
Because your face is a mess

How could they know?
How could they know?
But what you wanna do
Or where you wanna go?
Wish I could do for you
Wish I'd been there too

Because you've torn your dress
Torn your dress
(Rebel, rebel)
And your face is a mess
(Rebel, rebel)

Your face is a mess
(Rebel, rebel)
Your face is a mess
(Rebel, rebel)

So how could they know?
How could they know?
Torn your dress, torn your dress
And how can they know?

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I Find It Hard To Say (Rebel) - Lyrics - MTV Unplugged 2.0 - Lauryn Hill

Title: I Find It Hard To Say (Rebel)
Album: MTV Unplugged 2.0
Artist: Lauryn Hill
Composer(s): Lauryn Hill

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Lyric:
Okay, yeah, alright

I find it hard to say that everything is alright
Don't look at me that way like everything is alright
'Cuz my own eyes can see through all your false pretenses
But what you fail to see is all the consequences

You think our lives are cheap and easy to be wasted
As history repeats so foul you can taste it
And while the people sleep too comfortable to face it
His life so incomplete and nothing can replace it

And while the people sleep too comfortable to face it
Your life's so incomplete and nothing can replace it
Fret not thyself I say against these laws of man
'Cuz like the Bible says, his blood is on their hands

And what I gotta say and what I gotta say is rebel
While today is still today, choose well
And what I gotta say is rebel, it can't go down this way
Choose well, choose well, choose well
Choose well, choose well, choose well

And while the people sleep too comfortable to face it
Your lives are so incomplete
And nothing and no one can replace it
No no no no no no, no no no no no no

And what I gotta say and what I gotta say
And what I gotta say and what I gotta say
And what I gotta say and what I gotta say
And what I gotta say and what I gotta say
Is rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel
Rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel

Repent, the day is far too spent, rebel, rebel
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up and rebel

We must destroy in order to rebuild
Wake up, you might as well
Oh, are you, oh, are you satisfied?
Oh, are you satisfied?
Rebel ohh, rebel

Why don't you rebel? Why don't you rebel?
Why don't you rebel?
I'm fading myself down now

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Your Rebel Flag - Lyrics - Carnival Of Carnage - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Your Rebel Flag
Album: Carnival Of Carnage
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
Stop the bus, violent J comes out, barrels to your chest
And blow your lungs out, motherfuck a fucking hick
I'll kick you in the mouth, swell your fucking lips up
You swallow them teeth when I do
And me and my boys will run a train on your Felma Lou

Then break her fucking back, goddamn bigots ain't all that
So, I'ma cut your brain out, reach in and pull your spine out
Welcome to the Carnival show, you're invited, you and your bitch Flo
And the wicked clowns gonna jack
Cut your lights off and if you crawl back

Don't step to the city folk, bitch, that's why you got your titties broke
So, get back on your ardvark
Don't let me see a bigot coming through Clark Park
Cut his neck with my good blade
Thirty four years old, still in the third grade

Yet speaking on others, look at your hootin' anny ass motherfucker
And your Billy bitch, hey, fuck both 'cha'll and your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag

Been down South, you can't tell me, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Uncle Willy, acting nilly
Old bitch cooking up viddles, that fuck on the porch playing the fiddle
You know I'd love to show you that ghetto style
Take you out back and throw you in the shit pile

Life in the inner city, I'd whip your ass, but you're all shitty and funky
Like the pigs you eat, picking that shit off them yellow feet
Don't step or so much as cough
Or I'ma shoot you in the back till your chest falls off

What you say ain't always hype
So, I'll slap you in the face with a lead pipe
Teach the kids what the pops taught you
And he's a funky-ass bigot too, fell short of the due respect
Don't speak when I slap you in your red neck

Fuck all that bullshit you stuck on
Get back on your mule and get the fuck on
Don't look back, or I'ma hit ya, take that redneck bitch out wit' ya
Spit on your rebel rag, so, fuck you and your rebel flag

Wilbur, I'ma cut his neck, Haus, I'ma break his back
Guber, I'ma stab his face, Jed, I'ma slit his throat
Wilbur, I'ma cut his neck, Haus, I'ma break his back
Guber, I'ma stab his face, Felma Lou, I'ma fuck her in the ass

Hillbillies listening down South, hillbillies listening down South

I'm up and I'm headed for the South
Fidna put a round of buckshot in your mouth
And blow the back of your fucking neck loose
Hillbillies run around like a headless goose

'Cuz you tried burning down my cross
That's ready racist hick named Haus
You sleep in the barn and you fuck your horse
Brick to the head, put you back on course, yeah

But ya know I chill 'cuz if I don't flex on you, the others will
Straight folks in the south won't have it
They put a round in your racist ass quick
The cool in the south team up with the North

And blow that bigot off his fucking horse
So put away your goddamn twine
'Cuz I'm a cut your pipe and take a little moonshine
Then drink it all up

Barrels to your face and blow your fucking head off
Keep on gunning 'cuz of what they said
Punk, I'll put a slug in your bald head
Scalp a skinhead quick

And your greasy ass triple Klan ain't shit
Zip you up in the bag
And I'll shit on a motherfucking rebel flag
Yeah, shit on a rebel flag

Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag

Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, it ain't shit

Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a break his back
Guber, I'm a stab his face, Jed, I'm a slit his throat
Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a break his back

Guber, I'm a stab his face, Felma Lou, I'm a fuck her in the ass
Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a break his back
Guber, I'ma stab that motherfucker in his bitch

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Rebel Rebel - Lyrics - Lenny Kravitz

Title: Rebel Rebel
Artist: Lenny Kravitz
Composer(s): David Jones

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Lyric:
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo

You've got your mother in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's go out tonight

You like me and I like it all
We like dancin' and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast

They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel, rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel, rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel, rebel, how could they know
Hot tramp, I love you so?

You've got your mother in a whirl
'Cause she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's stay out tonight

You like me and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it now

They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel, rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel, rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel, rebel, how could they know
Hot tramp, I love you so?

They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel, rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel, rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel, rebel, how could they know
Hot tramp, I love you so?

You've torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can't get enough but enough ain't the test
You've got your transmission and your live wire
You got your cue line and a handful of 'ludes
You wanna be there when they count up the dudes

And I love your dress because your face is a mess
[Unverified], so how could they know?
How could they know? I say, how could they know
How could they know? How could they know?

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Rebel Of The Underground - Lyrics - Resurrection Soundtrack - 2pac

Title: Rebel Of The Underground
Album: Resurrection Soundtrack
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Gregory Jacobs, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
They just can't stand the reign, or the occasional pain
From a man like me, who goes against the grain
Sometimes I do it in vain, so with a little bass and treble
Hey Mister! It's time for me to explain that I'm the rebel
Cold as the devil
Straight from the underground, the rebel, a lower level
They came to see the maniac psychopath
The critics heard of me, and the aftermath
I don't give a damn and it shows
And when I do a stage show I wear street clothes
So they all know me
The lyrical lunatic, the maniac emcee
I give a shout out to your homies
And maybe then, the critics'll leave your boy alone, G
On the streets or on TV
It just don't pay to be, a truth tellin MC
They won't be happy till I'm banned
The most dangerous weapon an educated black man
So point blank in your face, pump up the bass
And join the human race
I throw peace to the Bay
Cause from the Jungle to Oaktown, they backin me up all the way
You know you gotta love the sound
It's from the rebel, the rebel of the underground
Rebel he's a rebel, rebel of the underground

Now I'm face to face with the devils
Cause they breedin more rebels than the whole damn ghetto
And police brutality
Shit it put you in the nip and call it technicality
So you reap what you sow
So reap the wrath of the rebel, jackin em up once mo'
Now the fox is in the henhouse, creepin up on your daughter
While you sleep I got her sneakin out
Tupac ain't nuttin nice
I'll be nuttin how I wanna, and doin what 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
Rebel he's a 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
Cause they don't like what I'm talkin bout
So what's wrong with the media today?
Got brothers sellin out cause they greedy to get paid
But me, I'm comin from the soul
And if it don't go gold, my story still gettin 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 rhythm, and I'm about to fly through
So yo to the people in the ghetto
When ya hear the bass flow, go ahead and let go
Now everybody wanna gangbang
They talkin street slang, but the punks still can't hang
They 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
Tupac is a rebel, rebel of the underground

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The Last Rebel - Lyrics - Thyrty: 30th Anniversary Collection - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Title: The Last Rebel
Album: Thyrty: 30th Anniversary Collection
Artist: Lynyrd Skynyrd
Composer(s): Johnny Van Zant, Robert White Johnson, Michael Gerald Lunn, Gary Rossington

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Lyric:
There's a grey horse standin' still
As a soldier climbs in the saddle for one last ride
As the rain pours off his hat
You can see the shadows of the past written in his eyes

Now the cannons are silent, his friends are all gone
Gotta put it all behind him
If he ever wants to find his way home
He's the last rebel on the road

Just a boy with his old guitar, keeps to himself
But everybody takes him wrong
But he carries on, got a dream that will never die
Can't change him, no use in stayin' where you don't belong

Now he's rollin' down the highway
Gone too far too fast
No one will ever find him
He'll never look back, woh, woh

'Cause he's the last rebel and he's all alone
He's the last rebel, his friends are all gone
He's the last rebel, the last rebel on the road
Alone

There'll never be another like him
He's the last of a dying breed
Ain't no use in tryin' to tame him
'Cause he's the last rebel and he's all alone

He's the last rebel, his friends are all gone
He's the last rebel, got to carry on
He's the last rebel, oh, woh

The last rebel on the road
(He's the last rebel)
He's the last rebel

He's the last rebel
(He's the last rebel)
He's the last rebel
(He's the last rebel)
He's the last rebel

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He'S A Rebel - Lyrics - She Works Hard For The Money - Donna Summer

Title: He'S A Rebel
Album: She Works Hard For The Money
Artist: Donna Summer
Composer(s): Jay Graydon, Michael Omartian, M Omartian, Donna Summer, J Graydon, D Summer

Lyric:
Oh, he's a rebel and you may not like his looks or his style
But he's faster than light and he can walk a miracle mile
He'll point you out then he'll pull you in
I guarantee he'll be your best friend

He's a rebel and he's gonna be good anyhow
And the boys of the group oh they just wanna drag him way down
He's so straight ahead, he will blow your mind
He can be strong and yet so kind

What you see is what you get and what you get you won't regret
'Cause he's on the line
What you want is what he's got and what he's got, he's got a lot
'Cause it's alright, it's alright

Ooh he's a rebel, written up in the Lambs book of life
And there'll be no escape 'cause the stage has been set for a while
If he comes your way, he'll make you surrender
His story's clear and his voice so tender

What you see is what you get and what you get you won't regret
'Cause he's on the line
What you want is what he's got and what he's got, he's got a lot
'Cause it's alright, it's alright

If he comes your way, he'll make you surrender
His words are clear and his love's forever

He's a rebel 'cause he doesn't conform, that's for sure
But society rules and it's fallin' right down to the core
He'll love you like you've never been loved before
He always leaves you wanting him more

He's a rebel, you see that rebel, yeah, that's a rebel, that guy's a rebel
He's a rebel, you see that rebel, yeah, that's a rebel, that guy's a rebel
He's a rebel, you see that rebel, yeah, that's a rebel, that guy's a rebel

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Make It Last - Lyrics - The Art of Love and War - Angie Stone

Title: Make It Last
Album: The Art of Love and War
Artist: Angie Stone
Composer(s): Jonathan Richmond, Angie Stone, Juanita Wynn

Lyric:
Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

You've got your mother in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's go out tonight
You like me and I like it all

We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel, rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel, rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel, rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so

Don't ya?
Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

You've got your mother in a whirl
'Cause she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's stay out tonight
You like me and I like it all

We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel, rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel, rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel, rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so
Don't ya? Oh?

Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

Rebel, rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel, rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel, rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so

You've torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can't get enough but enough ain't the test
You've got your transmission and your live wire
You got your cue line and a handful of ludes
You wanna be there when they count up the dudes

And I love your dress
You're a juvenile success
Because your face is a mess
So how could they know?
I said, how could they know?

So what you wanna know?
Calamity's child, chi-chile, chi-chile
Where'd you wanna go?
What can I do for you?
Looks like you've been there too

'Cause you've torn your dress
And your face is a mess, ooh, your face is a mess
Ooh, ooh, so how could they know?
Eh, eh, how could they know? Eh, eh

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Holla If Ya Hear Me - Lyrics - Resurrection Soundtrack - 2pac

Title: Holla If Ya Hear Me
Album: Resurrection Soundtrack
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Kevin Rhames, Barret Strong, Norman Jesse Whitfield, George Jr Clinton, Live Squad Randy Walker, Tupac Shakur, David L Spradley, Garry M Shider

Lyric:
Ahh yeah, uhh uhh
Holler if ya hear me, yeah

Here we go, turn it up, let's start
From block to block we snatchin' hearts and jackin' marks
And the punk police can't fade me
And maybe, we can have peace someday G

But right now I got my mind set up
I'm lookin' down the barrel number nine to get up
'Cause it's time to make the playback fat
To my brothers on the block, better stay strapped, Black

And accept no substitutes
I bring truth to the youth, tear the roof off the whole school
Oh no, I won't turn the other cheek
In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week

Now we got him in a smash, blast
How long will it last, 'til the po' gettin' mo' cash
Until then, raise up, tell my young black males, blaze up
Life's a mess don't stress, test

I'm givin' but be thankful that you're livin' blessed
Much love to my brothers in the pen
See ya when I free ya, if not, when they shove me in
Once again it's an all out scrap, keep your hands on ya gat
And now ya boys watch ya, Black

Because in the alleys, out in Cali I'm tell ya
Mess with the best and the vest couldn't help ya
Scream, if ya feel me, see it clear?
You're too near me

(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it

Pump ya fists like this, holler if ya hear me
Pump, pump, if you're pissed
To the sell outs livin' it up
One way or another, you'll be givin' it up

Ooh, I guess 'cause I'm black born
I'm supposed to say peace
Sing songs and get capped on
But it's time for a new plan, bam
I'll be singin' like a one man clan

Here we go, turn it up, don't stop
To my homies on the block, gettin' dropped by cops
I'm still around for ya
Keepin' my sound underground for ya

And I'm throwin' a change up
Quayle, like you, never brought my name up
Now my homies in the blackstreets, the backstreets
They fill me when they rollin' in their fat jeeps

This ain't just a rap song or black song
Tellin' all my brothers keep their strap on
And look for me in the struggle
Hustlin' 'til other brothers bubble

(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it

(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)

Will I quit, will I quit? They claim that
I'm violent but still I keep representin'
Never give up on a good thing
Wouldn't stop it if we could, it's a hood thing

And now I'm like a major threat
'Cause I remind you of the things
You were made to forget

Bring the noise to all my boys
Know the real from the bustas and the decoys
And if ya hustle like a real G
Pump ya fists if ya feel me, holla if ya hear me

Learn to survive in the nine tre'
I make rhyme pay, others make crime pay
Whatever it takes to live and stand
'Cause nobody else'll give a damn

So we live like caged beasts
Waitin' for the day to let the rage free
Still me, till they kill me
I love it when they fear me

(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it

(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it

(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it

(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Holler if ya hear me)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it

(Hard)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it
(Hard)
Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel
Tellin' you to hear it

Hard, the rebel
Hard, the rebel
Hard, the rebel
...

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The Rebel-Johnny Yuma - Lyrics - The Essential Johnny Cash - Johnny Cash

Title: The Rebel-Johnny Yuma
Album: The Essential Johnny Cash
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): Richard Markowitz, Andrew Fenady

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Lyric:
(Away, away, away rolled the rebel Johnny Yuma, Johnny Yuma)

Johnny Yuma was a rebel
He roamed through the West
Did Johnny Yuma, the rebel
He wandered alone

He got fighting mad this rebel lad
He packed no star as he wandered far
Where the only law was a hook and a draw
The rebel, Johnny Yuma
(Away, away, away rolled the rebel)

Johnny Yuma was a rebel
He roamed through the West
Did Johnny Yuma, the rebel
He wandered alone

He searched the land this restless lad
He was panther quick and leather tough
If he figured that he'd been pushed enough
The rebel, Johnny Yuma
(Away, away, away rolled the rebel)
(Johnny Yuma, Johnny Yuma)

Johnny Yuma was a rebel
He roamed through the West
Did Johnny Yuma, the rebel
He wandered alone

Fighting mad this rebel lad
With a dream he'd hold 'til his dying breath
He'd search his soul and gamble with death
The rebel, Johnny Yuma
(Away, away, away rolled the rebel)
(Johnny Yuma, Johnny Yuma)

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Rebel King - Lyrics - Julian Lennon

Title: Rebel King
Artist: Julian Lennon
Composer(s): Bob Ezrin, Julian Lennon, A Moore

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Lyric:
Hate city rivals first pulse and then freakola
Dreaming of redemption, no end
To the living edit, the sound of amputation
Or the centrifugal pull of an endless bend

Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down

There's a shimmering dog, sayin' danger what's at work here
The in growing twitch of faceless laughter
A cause without end to serve forever
The missionary madness of the sacrificial lamb

Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king

On the hero's tomb is written
Not what he was but what he should've been
And nothing you can do will change the circumstances
Just a mild infuriation with statistics of sin

Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down

Circular lie in a calibrated order
Weathering time with salt an' water
Tears that you cry are your endeavor
To break into the madness of imaginary lines

Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
Until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down
Not until you shoot, shoot that rebel king down

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Rebel, Rebel - Lyrics - Joan Jett And The Blackhearts

Title: Rebel, Rebel
Artist: Joan Jett And The Blackhearts
Composer(s): David Jones

Lyric:
A one and a two
And a one two ready rock

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

You've got your mother in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's go out tonight

You like me and I like it all
You like dancing and you look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast

Put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel, rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel, rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel, rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

You've got your mother in a whirl
'Cause she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's stay out tonight

You like me and I like it all
You love dancing and you look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast

Put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel, rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel, rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel, rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

Torn your dress
Face is a mess
Can't get enough
So you look on my dress

You've got your transmission and your live wire
You got your cue line and a handful of ludes
You wanna be there when they count the dues

I said, I love your dress
You're a juvenile success
Oh, how could they know?
Oh, how could they know?
Oh, how could they know?

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Punk Rock Rebel - Lyrics - Home From Home - Millencolin

Title: Punk Rock Rebel
Album: Home From Home
Artist: Millencolin
Composer(s): Mathias Lars Ake Farm, Frederik Larzon, Erik Ohlsson, Nikola Sarcevic

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Lyric:
Yeah, hardcore skater used to be
One of few who inspired me
To get into the punk rock scene
The year I turned seventeen

Our first song ever Danny wrote
For teenage angst, he was the antidote
An uncut diamond, full of strife
His first demo changed my life

He's a rebel, it's plain to see
Punk rock rebel, so full of strife
He's a rebel and he'll always be
Someone who changed my life, yeah, changed my life

It takes a lot for a man to stayed unbowed
He's the one and only swag and proud
Partners, we have been in crime
And in music from time to time

Although most known for his drinking skills
It's not the side of him that gives me thrills
It's his gifted poet, I see in Dan
To me, he'll always be the man

He's a rebel, it's plain to see
Punk rock rebel, so full of strife
He's a rebel and he'll always be
Someone who, yeah someone who changed my life

Changed, sophistic, shake it, swag, partner

Yeah, hardcore skater, he's used to be
One of few who inspired me
Woah, an uncut diamond, he's so full of strife
And his first demo, now had changed my life

He's a rebel, it's plain to see
Punk rock rebel, so full of strife
He's a rebel and he'll always be
Someone who changed my life

He's a rebel, it's plain to see
Punk rock rebel, so full of strife
He's a rebel and he'll always be
Someone who, yeah someone who changed my life

Yeah, changed my life
Punk rock rebel, punk rock rebel
Yeah, yeah take my life, take my life
An uncut diamond, full of strife
An uncut diamond, full of strife
He changed my life

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This Is The New Shit - Lyrics - The Golden Age Of Grotesque - Marilyn Manson

Title: This Is The New Shit
Album: The Golden Age Of Grotesque
Artist: Marilyn Manson
Composer(s): Tim Skold, Brian Warner, John Lowery

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Lyric:
Everything has been said before
Nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name

Babble, babble, bitch, bitch
Rebel, rebel, party, party
Sex, sex, sex
And don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along

Babble, babble, bitch, bitch
Rebel, rebel, party, party
Sex, sex, sex
And don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing

Are you motherfuckers ready
For the new shit?
Stand up and admit
Tomorrow's never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit
Do we get it?
(No)
Do we want it?
(Yea)
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit

Babble, babble, bitch, bitch
Rebel, rebel, party, party
Sex, sex, sex
And don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along

Everything has been said before
Nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name

Are you motherfuckers ready
For the new shit?
Stand up and admit
Tomorrow's never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit
Do we get it?
(No)
Do we want it?
(Yea)
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit

Now it's you know who
I got the you know what
I stick it you know where
You know why, you don't care

Now it's you know who
I got the you know what
I stick it you know where
You know why, you don't care

Now it's you know who
I got the you know what
I stick it you know where
You know why, you don't care

Now it's you know who
I got the you know what
I stick it you know where
You know why, you don't care

Babble, babble, bitch, bitch
Rebel, rebel, party, party
Sex, sex, sex
And don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing

Are you motherfuckers ready
For the new shit?
Stand up and admit
Tomorrow's never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit
Do we get it?
(No)
Do we want it?
(Yea)
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit

So let us entertain you
So let us entertain you
(Babble, babble, bitch, bitch)
(Rebel, rebel, party, party)
(Sex, sex, sex)
(And don't forget the violence)
(Blah, blah, blah)
(Got your lovey dovey sad and lonely)
(Stick your stupid slogan in)
(Everybody sing along)
So let us entertain you
(Babble, babble, bitch, bitch)
(Rebel, rebel, party, party)
(Sex, sex, sex)
(And don't forget the violence)
(Blah, blah, blah)
(Got your lovey dovey sad and lonely)
(Stick your stupid slogan in)
(Everybody sing along)
So let us entertain you
(Babble, babble, bitch, bitch)
(Rebel, rebel, party, party)
(Sex, sex, sex)
(And don't forget the violence)
(Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah)
(Everybody sing along)

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Leather Rebel - Lyrics - Painkiller - Judas Priest

Title: Leather Rebel
Album: Painkiller
Artist: Judas Priest
Composer(s): Robert Halford, Glenn Tipton, Kenneth Downing

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Lyric:
Hero of the nights
Blood and thunder
Rushing through me
Till the dawn of light
The sky is turning red

Like a renegade
All alone I walk through fire
Till I crash and blaze
I'm living on the edge

Start a chain reaction
Sears the neon light
Stealing all the action
Always takes the fight

Leather rebel
Lightning in the dark
Leather rebel
With a burning heart

Master of the streets
Bullet proof and bound for glory
Cities at my feet
I'm turning on the power

Running wild and free
No one dares to stand before me
That's my destiny
To rule the darkest hours

I can see my future
Writings on the wall
Legend in my lifetime
Stories will recall

Leather rebel
Lightning in the dark
Leather rebel
With a burning heart

I can see my future
Writings on the wall
Legend in my lifetime
Stories will recall

Leather rebel
Lightning in the dark
Leather rebel
With a burning heart

Leather rebel
Lightning in the dark
Leather rebel
With a burning heart

Leather rebel
Leather rebel
Leather rebel
Leather rebel

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Rebel Child - Lyrics - All Jacked Up - Gretchen Wilson

Title: Rebel Child
Album: All Jacked Up
Artist: Gretchen Wilson
Composer(s): Ashley Gorley, Wade Allen Kirby, Gretchen Frances Wilson

Lyric:
Rebel child

Rebel child, won't you heed my warnin'
One of these days the rain'll come pourin'
Some of those sunshine blue sky mornin's
Might just turn to gray

I understand why you do the thing you do
There was a time when I was just like you
I know right now you think you know it all
There's no way that you can break
No way you can fall

Rebel child, won't you heed my warnin'
One of these days the rain'll come pourin'
Some of those sunshine blue sky mornin's
Might just turn to gray

Well I've been there and I know what you're thinking
You're flying high but one day you'll blink and
That cloud you're on will just start sinkin'
Don't wait till it's too late whoa, oh rebel child

I know you can't learn from my mistakes
You've got your own road you've gotta take
And it might look like it's paved in gold
Just remember that you'll have to reap
All the seeds you sew

Rebel child, won't you heed my warnin'
One of these days the rain'll come pourin'
Some of those sunshine blue sky mornin's
Might just turn to gray

Well I've been there and I know what you're thinking
You're flying high but one day you'll blink and
That cloud you're on will just start sinkin'
Don't wait till it's too late oh rebel child, oh rebel child

Keep your feet on the ground
And one eye one heaven do
Do a lot of forgivin' and not much forgettin'
And remember life is one big lesson

Rebel child, won't you heed my warnin'
One of these days the rain'll come pourin'
Some of those sunshine blue sky mornin's
Might just turn to gray

Well I've been there and I know what you're thinking
You're flying high but one day you'll blink and
That cloud you're on will just start sinkin'
Don't wait till it's too late oh rebel child, oh rebel child, oh rebel child

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Holler If Ya' Hear Me - Lyrics - Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z. - 2pac

Title: Holler If Ya' Hear Me
Album: Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z.
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Kevin Rhames, Barret Strong, Norman Jesse Whitfield, George Jr Clinton, Live Squad Randy Walker, Tupac Shakur, David L Spradley, Garry M Shider

Lyric:
Here we go, turn it up, let's start
From block to block we snatchin hearts and jackin marks
And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe
We can have peace someday G
But right now I got my mind set up
Lookin down the barrel of my nine, get up
Cause it's time to make the payback fat
To my brothers on the block better stay strapped, black
And accept no substitutes
I bring truth to the youth tear the roof off the whole school
Oh no, I won't turn the other cheek
In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week
Now we got him in a smash, blast
How long will it last 'til the po' gettin mo' cash
Until then, raise up
Tell my young black males, blaze up
Life's a mess don't stress, test
I'm givin but be thankful that you're livin, blessed
Much love to my brothers in the pen
See ya when I free ya if not when they shove me in
Once again it's an all out scrap
Keep your hands on ya gat, and now ya boys watch ya back
Cause in the alleys out in Cali I'ma tell ya
Mess with the best and the vest couldn't help ya
Scream, if ya feel mesee it clearly?
You're too near me -

2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "
2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "
2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "

Pump ya fists like this
Holla if ya hear me - PUMP PUMP if you're pissed
To the sell-outs, livin it up
One way or another you'll be givin it up, huh
I guess cause I'm black born
I'm supposed to say peace, sing songs, and get capped on
But it's time for a new plan, BAM
I'll be swingin like a one man, clan
Here we go, turn it up, don't stop
To my homies on the block gettin dropped by cops
I'm still around for ya
Keepin my sound underground for ya
And I'ma throw a change up
Quayle, like you never brought my name up
Now my homies in the backstreets, the blackstreets
They fell me when they rollin in they fat jeeps
This ain't just a rap song, a black song
Tellin all my brothers, get they strap on
And look for me in the struggle
Hustlin 'til other brothers bubble -

2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "
2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "
2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "

Will I quit, will I quit?
They claim that I'm violent, but still I keep
Representin, never give up, on a good thing
Wouldn't stop it if we could it's a hood thing
And now I'm like a major threat
Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget
Bring the noise, to all my boyz
Know the real from the bustas and the decoys
And if ya hustle like a real G
Pump ya fists if ya feel me, holla if ya hear me
Learn to survive in the nine-tre'
I make rhyme pay, others make crime pay
Whatever it takes to live and stand
Cause nobody else'll give a damn
So we live like caged beasts
Waitin for the day to let the rage free
Still me, till they kill me
I love it when they fear me -

2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "
2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "
2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "

2PacYou're too near me, to see it clearly
Repeat 4x
2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "
Repeat 2X
"Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
"Tellin you to hear it "
"Hard!" "The rebel"
"Hard!" "The rebel"
Repeat 12X to fade
2PacHolla if ya hear me
"Hard!" "The rebel"

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She'S A Rebel - Lyrics - American Idiot - Green Day

Title: She'S A Rebel
Album: American Idiot
Artist: Green Day
Composer(s): Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright, Billie Joe Armstrong

Lyric:
She's a rebel
She's a saint
She's salt of the earth
And she's dangerous

She's a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction

From Chicago to Toronto
She's the one that they
Call old whatsername

She's the symbol
Of resistance
And she's holding on my
Heart like a hand grenade

Is she dreaming?
What I'm thinking
Is she the mother of all bombs?
Gonna detonate

Is she trouble like I'm trouble?
Make it a double
Twist of fate
Or a melody that

Sings the revolution
The dawning of our lives
She brings the liberation
That I just cant define
Nothing comes to mind

She's a rebel
She's a saint
She's salt of the earth
And she's dangerous

She's a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction

She's a rebel, she's a rebel
She's a rebel and she's dangerous
She's a rebel, she's a rebel
She's a rebel and she's dangerous

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