Rebel Level

Check the level Had it finished So we broke it Everybody’s off, only I catch it Whole thing exposed, only I bitch ’bout it Bottle runs low, knowledge stays intact Drunk as hell, low end stays exact Drums stay tight, bass deep in the pocket Complaints maxed out, whole setup mapped Life’s a mess, but the session stays set Run your mouth, kick snaps back Talk that shit, bass attacks Neither recalls sayin’ “nice” Excuses all day, always runnin’ loose Do what you want, don’t fuck with the groove Talkin’ shit while we lock the frame Talk all we want, still we close out the game Rebel Level, finished yet? Was done. Yesterday clean, today fucked up Come tomorrow, then the time is up Again? We are REBELS Rebel Level, whose track? Fuck if I know. Never say “nice,” both quietly fix it Everything’s right, still don’t like that shit Seriously? We are REBELS Laugh off the fuckups, flip ’em to rhyme Late again, excuse goes freestyle Plans get pushed, let the turntable spin Never agree, but the beat stays locked in Fuck around, setup stays tight Used to be polite, now “shut the fuck up” Low end runs deep, let the groove get you up Lock it back in with one clean take Girls’ names? Hazy. BPM? Never shaky. Keep the flaws, keep it Miss the mark, flip it Loose-ass life, roll with it Groove it, mix it Both of us snap, now we’re back in the fight Talk that shit out, then we get it back right All jokes, only work stays tight Finish it clean, then rewrite Rebel Level, finished yet? Was done. Yesterday clean, today fucked up Come tomorrow, then the time is up Again? We are REBELS Fuck if I know. Never say “nice,” both quietly fix it Everything’s right, still don’t like that shit Seriously? We are REBELS Finished? Was done. Who broke it? Usually one. Who fixes it? Usually both. REBELS Ain’t quittin’ smokes, fuck that runaround Setlist locked, still shuffle shit around Yesterday hit, today that shit don’t fit Ask me why? I ain’t explainin’ shit Melody’s good, still the rhythm gets checked Lyrics sound good, still the rhyme gets wrecked Next day, both fixed up clean Bad mood, both back on the scene Both make it slap, don’t need no more Both make it bang, shake the whole damn floor Skip the thanks, hit me with another demand No reply, just more edits, goddamn No sense, no tact, we don’t dial it back No charm, no chat, fuck explainin’ that Done? Don’t like it Right? Don’t buy it Wild-ass changes, back to back Still ain’t enough, add to the stack Wrong move, mix-up, laugh too loud One keeps bitchin’, the other checks out If both were normal, this shit wouldn’t run We ain’t normal, so this shit ain’t done Rebel Level, fixed now, right? Probably. Fix one thing, another gets added More? We are REBELS Rebel Level, who breaks it? The usual one. Talk shit while both of us fix All jokes, but the sound still hits That part’s serious. We are REBELS Rebel Level, run it again One breaks it, both build it again Shit talk always hits where it hurts No apology, roll the next TAKE Both together, handle with care We are REBELS Had it finished Broke it anyway Fixed it in silence Still wasn’t enough REBELS