DRC aka Da Rebel Cause - Smiling in da Sun - 01) Breath of da Storm
I keep my eyes open scopin' ya lifeforms, amidst the populous stress and strife's born, I'm a spirit alive the death of the norm, DRC appropriatly a breath of da storm...(x2)
Just grab a devil by the horns and rip 'em out, get in my way wrong move choose a new route, born to wreck the norm no doubt, I'm just a breath from the storm's mouth, terenchal downpour floodin' ya 'bout, to change the tides, and re-arrange ya minds, climb deep inside to find, a free heart and I'm comin' after you corporate concubines, you bitches are actin' senseless, I care about more than a bottom line, motherfucker my storm's relentless, I dream of freedom not white picket fences, a knight swarn to defend this, hope that's defenseless, free up the spirit and the senses, this earthquake's tremendous, slammin' all countries and regions, you can never end this, pumblin' demons, man you don't even know the true meanin' of freedom, you can't even see the hell we're reapin', within this kingdom, these motherfuckin' politricks step up and eat 'em....
I keep my eyes open scopin' ya lifeforms, amidst the populous stress and strife's born, I'm a spirit alive the death of the norm, DRC appropriatly a breath of da storm...(x2)
Like a hurricane leavin' ya torn, from ya brain to ya nerve endings, these devils act like they care they're just pretending, I stand up defending, the hope that there's still time for mending, the wounds of a world cut deep, this pitiful hate must sleep, and join the newly deceased, peace is something that we haffe learn, the forests of the wicked we haffe slash and burn, we have to craft and earn, any vision of utopia, dismissin' Babylonian minions who's mission is chokin' ya, open the phobia, kill it and smolder the, fires of wicked sects, where governments make minorities terrorists yes, and cigarette lighters are a terrorist threat, cause box cutters were snuck onto a jet, and anthrax comes in the mail with ya bills and ya checks, there's really no way to avoid the pain and stress, facin' death, slavery execution, burn this mentality my people screamin' revolution....
I keep my eyes open scopin' ya lifeforms, amidst the populous stress and strife's born, I'm a spirit alive the death of the norm, DRC appropriatly a breath of da storm...(x2)
'Till death I have sworn, to uphold the belief, that freedom's alive survive so I keep, truth in my heart translated through what I speak, rip through emotions how deep, will this man reach, to breach, the minds of a world that's asleep, teach those that think we are weak, the meek shall inherit the earth, cause when a good man's stripped of everything he turns to the curse, and slaughters it first, motherfucker with the devil you flirt, Da Rebel give birth, to the Cause of the pen, Da Rebel Cause arm 'em again, spirit strike like the force of a nuke, if the government could only prove I was violent the order'd be shoot, they don't like people tellin' you this world's torn for the loot, chickens born for the coop, DRC a storm on the loose, motherfucker so which path do you choose....
I keep my eyes open scopin' ya lifeforms, amidst the populous stress and strife's born, I'm a spirit alive the death of the norm, DRC appropriatly a breath of da storm...(x2)
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