- Song Name: Soul Rebels
- Artist Name: Talib Kweli
- Album: Reflection Eternal
- Songwriters: D Jolicuer, K Mercer, Norman Whitfield, Strong Barrett, Talib Kweli Greene, Tony Cottrell, V Mason
- Release Date: 2000.10.17
- Label: Rawkus Records
LYRICS FOR "Soul Rebels"
We do not (under no circumstances) live for Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop)
It lives for us
We don't live for Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop)
We do not (under no circumstances) live for Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop)
It lives for us
We don't live for Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop)
We do not (under no circumstances) live for Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop)
It lives for us
We don't live for Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop)
It's the eternalist
Soul rebels trap up
Before this here blow like a volcano
We get eternal
You try to front and play the role
When you more like a pimp who pay the ho
With my name up in your mouth like fellatio
I lace the flow on purpose even up the ratio
Of Hip-Hop to that s*** they drop on the radio
Underground classics is what they used to say before
Now we break the surface quiet like an alligator nose
They hate it
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why
We all got babies so we embrace the taste of dough
But y'all already know so I ain't gotta say no mo'
De La is whatcha need
We got the masters of the ceremonies
Blessin' emcees lip professin' emcees
From LI to Brooklyn to Cinncinnati
Let me hear you scream out loud if you're somebody
Party to party
When we come into the jam we do it wildstyle
Yo! I'm homegrown for the bain
It's the extravaganza we glad you came
Made only for them heads
For such a world figure
(Don't sleep on a nigga)
I ain't Icabod Crane get that ass cooked hard 'cause we raw like Kane
Been known to mic spit
While these girls throw me plenty like jenny to jane
Ain't some old school G poppin' memory lane
Since the day I came
If you don't know Plug Wonder Why is my name
Most recognized leo with my size in mane
Matter a fact track is simple and Plain
'Cause the complexities I freeze is too deep to detain
Reflect
We be shinin' the same
De La is whatcha need
We got the masters of the ceremonies
Blessin' emcees lip professin' emcees
From LI to Brooklyn to Cinncinnati
Let me hear you scream out loud if you're somebody
Party to party
When we come into the jam we do it wildstyle
Y'all think these challengers is here to make a man fold
Shoot I've been holdin' these joints since I was yea old
Came to confirm the fact that I've been on the payroll
Stay cold til one day make it hot and fade old
Continue til I'm dyin
I told them fool before they pass they have to pay toll
While I've been sittin' at the table eatin' steak whole
Baby yams you know it stay soul
But they want to come spit your way so
So was I supposed to go and say no
Right emcees some walking straight
I get my man to clamp they asses like they staples
I'm from LI we take it far as out as naples
And scrape hoes who'll be willing to take clothes off (off)
See once you bet it all against reflects eternal
You lose every rapper on a dept
Y'all need to pay ya dues
De La is whatcha need
We got the masters of the ceremonies
Blessin' emcees lip professin' emcees
From LI to Brooklyn to Cinncinnati
Let me hear you scream out loud if you're somebody
Party to party
When we come into the jam we do it wildstyle
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