"Vendetta" lyrics
Yeah, back from the dead
It's the Rebel I Soldier
I told ya I shall return, yeah
Y'all done fucked up, lettin' me live, something's got to give
I'm positive, you're gonna all pay homage
Believe me, I ain't lying down that easy
And that thought applies for those who proud to see me
Through the distraction, I was wounded in action
An act of betrayal, but I knew the assassin
Now I pack a vengeance like Steven Seagal
I'm back from the trenches to even the odds and...
You hear the rockets red glare?
The bombs bursting in air?
Gave proof through the night, that I stood through the fight
Yeah, the Rebel's still here, what?
You hear the rockets red glare?
The bombs bursting in air?
Gave proof through the night, that I stood through the fight
Yeah, the Rebel's still here, what?
Y'all better rock y'all hoodies
And hold your girl tight before we pop that pussy
It be so real, I don't need no deal
My mass appeal make a marvel out how he so ill
Y'all time is up, try your luck, y'all wind up
Fucked up, before you even recognize I struck
Roll with the live dozen, got all eyes buzzing
With strong rhymes cousin, been a long time coming
Break your weak links, in the chain, fuck your mink and your reign
Son is lame, plus he thinks it's a game
But, we about to apply the heat (the heat)
And snatch him up out the driver's seat
I put my life on it, post up like who want it
Blast off with the force to send y'all in orbit
Wild like whitey's in the mosh pit, yeah we gon' start shit
Pack 'em down, then corner the market
To all my real MCs
The ones without a deal MCs
The ones who kick the real life music
Let's link, them niggas can't move no more units
To all my real MCs
The ones without a deal MCs
The ones who kick the real life music
Let's link, them niggas can't move no more units
For life I'll be underground, their first thought
Was yo, "How did he survive with no commercial support?"
Damn right, I miss the corporate politics and tricks
Where the SoundScan is rigged and contracts are fixed
I sit in the pit where the grime exist
Legendary, they still loving my rhymes from '9-6
Now I'm back, that's my word as I reveal this shit
By choice or by force, y'all gonna feel this shit, ya hear?
Yo, this is all out war
I'm calling on all outlaws
Son, they new to the art, ain't true to the heart
Who's down for the cause, huh?
Yo, this is all out war
I'm callin' on all outlaws
Son, they new to the art, ain't true to the heart
Who's down for the cause, huh?
It's the Rebel I Soldier
I told ya I shall return, yeah
Y'all done fucked up, lettin' me live, something's got to give
I'm positive, you're gonna all pay homage
Believe me, I ain't lying down that easy
And that thought applies for those who proud to see me
Through the distraction, I was wounded in action
An act of betrayal, but I knew the assassin
Now I pack a vengeance like Steven Seagal
I'm back from the trenches to even the odds and...
You hear the rockets red glare?
The bombs bursting in air?
Gave proof through the night, that I stood through the fight
Yeah, the Rebel's still here, what?
You hear the rockets red glare?
The bombs bursting in air?
Gave proof through the night, that I stood through the fight
Yeah, the Rebel's still here, what?
Y'all better rock y'all hoodies
And hold your girl tight before we pop that pussy
It be so real, I don't need no deal
My mass appeal make a marvel out how he so ill
Y'all time is up, try your luck, y'all wind up
Fucked up, before you even recognize I struck
Roll with the live dozen, got all eyes buzzing
With strong rhymes cousin, been a long time coming
Break your weak links, in the chain, fuck your mink and your reign
Son is lame, plus he thinks it's a game
But, we about to apply the heat (the heat)
And snatch him up out the driver's seat
I put my life on it, post up like who want it
Blast off with the force to send y'all in orbit
Wild like whitey's in the mosh pit, yeah we gon' start shit
Pack 'em down, then corner the market
To all my real MCs
The ones without a deal MCs
The ones who kick the real life music
Let's link, them niggas can't move no more units
To all my real MCs
The ones without a deal MCs
The ones who kick the real life music
Let's link, them niggas can't move no more units
For life I'll be underground, their first thought
Was yo, "How did he survive with no commercial support?"
Damn right, I miss the corporate politics and tricks
Where the SoundScan is rigged and contracts are fixed
I sit in the pit where the grime exist
Legendary, they still loving my rhymes from '9-6
Now I'm back, that's my word as I reveal this shit
By choice or by force, y'all gonna feel this shit, ya hear?
Yo, this is all out war
I'm calling on all outlaws
Son, they new to the art, ain't true to the heart
Who's down for the cause, huh?
Yo, this is all out war
I'm callin' on all outlaws
Son, they new to the art, ain't true to the heart
Who's down for the cause, huh?
Writer(s): Lamont Dorrell
