What you are about to hear and experience are the many voices of Rebel Jones, I will show my diversity of styles and vocal changes to give you an unsettling but enjoyable music experience heeeerrrre we go: Missile heads war threats yes the battles set I leave you in a timezone where bloodspills and battles appear on the microphone Time has gone horizontal to the hip hop astrodome It's a 3rd world operation overtaken by MCs with mad skills and capped teeth flowing on lyrical warp speed Too many middlemen and wak MCs its time to take them down indefinitely and make them a missing link its Rebel Jones a one man firing squad with power of quad about to make the rest evaporate into the five o'clock shadow lyrical loophole enter through a metaphorical title wave razor blades cutting your jugular with every word spitten you try biting my style and guarantee your shits the worst of all the bitten now I'm switching to singing and rapping so....so... Giiirrl I wanna smoke with you, [talking] yeah you girl with pretty brown eyes and caramel skin I want to smoke with you, so... Come here girl... [singing] Giiiiirrrl I wanna smoke with you [rapping part] Let me lick your fruitful insides and makes you hides far away in another dimension you've gotten no comprehension of what you got yourself into, or any memory of what you've come to do. you haven't got a clue and then you here the chords and my words tingle down your spine As I puff this blunt and watch you rub yourself down touch the ground look around at the three walls that quickly close and triangulation around you and I [talking part] let me see you girl [back to rapping] I like the bright red color in your eyes when your high let me reach inside to grab a thought from your mind break pause switch ain't it peculiar, and sticking ya my premonition of futuristic self doing vehicular machines nightmares for me, but for blue collars dreams for cream don't nothing else mean a thing sacrificing their souls backstabbing their families two Satan's greatest sins Temptation and Greed while the government funds the hoods and the streets with insurmountable guns and drugs in hopes that poverty will just kill itself off, thats why I prophesize, philosophies your sins and lies that lie beneath your knees and feet that separates your gums from your hurl intoxicated bodies; souls rise up out this world the and present, future life ain't yours Just borrowed time on this God forsaken Earth.
