W.A.S.C. (Rebel Anthem)

Dead or Alive
My name’ll ring bells like a killer on a crime spree
Come and ride
With winners on the rise (all rise)
Court in session
We bombin opposition
Competition gone fishin
Seek and destroy mission
Like they bombin' over Baghdad
An outcast
Rest In Peace to the Mack Dad
It’s like this and like that (echo)
As I stand here totally crossed out
Not going the slave way I’m taking the boss route
You wanted me in a chain you got it
24 karats
A habit
Cuz now I gotta have it
Not tryna floss but had to carry the cross
Now the cost is turning me into some sort of a monster
So I can’t be stopped
It’s as if Scarface and Willie D are pushing me on a stretcher
But I’m never succumbing to the pressure
Or settling for lesser
A treasure
Through sun or stormy weather
I’m ready for whatever
HOOK — Scratching
Uh
You heard the sound of a gun
He shot it right at the sun
The race has begun
So run rapper run
Watch ‘em racing to the finish tryna make it to fame
They cheering you but secretly hoping you crash into flames
In this fire we burn
Rock Mecca returns
With a hardcore anthem for the cross faders and the drug spots
For the car shows, car washes and the car lots
Not the radio, even if I had it on lock
Experience raw shock
To the brain
Hit a nerve like a freight train on rugged terrain
On a course to collide with the giants and take the crown
You barin' witness to the last of the livest
Raw, born underground
This rebel music ever-revolutionary sound
My steady evolution never losing any ground
Loosen every crown
Until you’re down on the ground
Or til' the bell sounds
I’m winner and still champion
(REPEAT HOOK)
Because I never had a chance or choice
Born in the struggle
With no hand or a voice
Lost in the shuffle or the rubble
Caskets measured for drastic measures
Rough diamonds learning how to strive through pressure
In this modern day revival
Of this story of survival
To be alive on arrival means never throwing the towel
Everybody is a rival
We fightin for money out here
Going for the gold, gusto and glory out here
I never give up, or give in
Losing my religion, given an everyday decision
One false move and the world pops
Deferred clock
A resolution to pop before the ball drops
Shotgun blasts are heard
As I rip and kill at will
Could never understand it
Landed in this Battle Royale the last man standing
I’m winner and still champion