Level Up by Rebel

Hook:

Get on my level,
Yelling get on my level,
I'm taking this game boy this ain't a rental so I'm telling to get on my level...

Verse 1:

You in the belly of the beast you know I got trap I am not from the East,

Saying that you starving bruh what is you talking bout this is a feast,

But now I see the truth is released you ain't got heart that's why you ceased,

I will leave anything aposing me deceased please don't tease the beast without the A,

Ey what you talking bout Willis don't even care if they feel us they tearing us down,

When I'm trying to build us they just do this on the weekends when I really live this screw a bar exam,

I really kill this they ain't passing the litness no lyrical fitness checking off of my hit list,

I got a lion roar y'all got a chick hiss y'all staying witless Kano,

I finish with finesse murdering tracks bring me a witness,

Do this till death I kill with a sentence I'm a friggin' menace,

Because of every wack verse you owe me repentance,

Call me Kintaro cause this cat is vicious Viper gone strike,

Dropping these bars oh so poisonness from the start an MC and a DJ,

You ain't heard an MC with the Guile of Rebel I'm already fly I don't need me a Red Bull,

You never knew of a dude who just wouldn't Relento well you just met him,

Perfecting free's is just so simple so I'm taking the game boy this ain't a rental...


Verse 2:

Someone told me that I'd never make so I told em to find some new hatred,

Took three years but finally they found out they were sadly mistaken,

When you better than every one who despise you boy I tell you,

The feelings amazing feeling so vain then put the controller down they all to drown,

You bout to get torn up when it's game time do this in the night to the day time,

Hater I'm Fei Long with a fade on they pray that the Afro change son,

Desiac for these Tanyas no Hardon take your knees out like Harding,

Kombats back and I'm back in effect with a backpack strapped and I'm lighting em up,

Why you so free better tighten em up Up Up Down Down keep it tighter than Pumps,

What comes round goes round get whatever you want y'all on my front,

Get off of my stick I got 8 buttons and y'all pushing none of em,

I'm masterchief when the pen attack the leaf get no relief I leave no peace,

Leave a trace when I leave a tourney y'all lyrics is Journey look pretty,

But filled with nothing Cooper my bars limitless I Craft the way that ya Mind sees things,

I fight for em and the streets are mine these days hadouken in the face,

Forget a carbine my call of duty say it's time for y'all to bow down and pray...

• Gospel
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• backpack
• hardcore
• hip_hop
• lyricism
• real
• rebel
• video games
• Middleburg