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Rebeliano
by Smixt
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I'm a REBELIANO
Ears front
And pronto
Cuz my
Big bravado
Rings
Rome
To Cabo
Call this piece
Picasso
Shine bright
Apollo
Sang as
Sunned sopranos
With a
Sweet vibrato
Just to whisper these delicate beats in my ear
Blessed by demons
While sleeping
Made into a seer
Seared a bull
By the bars
Now they call me The Steer
As I smear stolen samples
With classic veneers
And I steer that
Flow
Those
Tracks
So slow
They took grease
El
BOW
And a Golden
Fleece
INDEED
This is
Legenda-
RY
RE
Treat
From the
HEAT
Dragons spit when they
Sing
Don't sweat
My sweets
Or I'll sniff out my
Meat
Ensuite
Pop a couple of drinks
Bottled blood by the barrel
From enemy
Fleets
So Goodbye
Beautiful
Days of
Juvenile
Innocence
Written in
Frivolous
Tongues
I've got empires to
Run
Got a future of
Fun
Imma leave all you
Stunned
Like a Gatling
Gun
Homespun
Rhymes and rhythms assaulting
Become overrun
Undone
My rebellion
Has already won
And none
Of you
Hellions
Telling me
Anything
Lesser than
DO IT
Will ever be heard
My soul has been
Stirred
And with these slurred
Words
The whole world
Will be spurred
While amassing my
Horde
I'll speak
TRUTH
To the herds
My
Wrath
Has been incurred
By am-
Bition absurd
Now my vision is
Blurred
With the
Future
of
Music
Cuz
Culture's
My muse
Through the
Smoke
And the
Booze
It wrote this
The Foreword
Bella Ciao!
Bella Ciao!
It is all I hear now
Echoing
As it clings
With a sting
Cuz I' m hoping that kings
Will be crowned
And my dreams
Won't be drowned
Or wings
Clipped
And heart
Ripped
Tossed right down
To the ground
There's a cause I must found
For my
Legends
And stories
I must build renown
By my fate
I am bound
Take a listen
While trippin
To all that I've written
And don't mess around
There's a secret I've found
Yes I promise
The hottest
Portraits painted sonic
They hit you like
Chronic
Harmonic
Adventures
To which
There's no measure
They're pleasures
That venture
(This is no conjecture)
To simply
Astound
I'm a REBELIANO
Ears front
And pronto
Cuz my
Big bravado
Rings
Rome
To Cabo
Call this piece
Picasso
Shine bright
Apollo
Sang as
Sunned sopranos
With a
Sweet vibrato
Just to whisper these delicate beats in my ear
Blessed by demons
While sleeping
Made into a seer
Seared a bull
By the bars
Now they call me The Steer
As I smear stolen samples
With classic veneers
And I steer that
Flow
Those
Tracks
So slow
They took grease
El
BOW
And a Golden
Fleece
INDEED
This is
Legenda-
RY
RE
Treat
From the
HEAT
Dragons spit when they
Sing
Don't sweat
My sweets
Or I'll sniff out my
Meat
Ensuite
Pop a couple of drinks
Bottled blood by the barrel
From enemy
Fleets
So Goodbye
Beautiful
Days of
Juvenile
Innocence
Written in
Frivolous
Tongues
I've got empires to
Run
Got a future of
Fun
Imma leave all you
Stunned
Like a Gatling
Gun
Homespun
Rhymes and rhythms assaulting
Become overrun
Undone
My rebellion
Has already won
And none
Of you
Hellions
Telling me
Anything
Lesser than
DO IT
Will ever be heard
My soul has been
Stirred
And with these slurred
Words
The whole world
Will be spurred
While amassing my
Horde
I'll speak
TRUTH
To the herds
My
Wrath
Has been incurred
By am-
Bition absurd
Now my vision is
Blurred
With the
Future
of
Music
Cuz
Culture's
My muse
Through the
Smoke
And the
Booze
It wrote this
The Foreword
Bella Ciao!
Bella Ciao!
It is all I hear now
Echoing
As it clings
With a sting
Cuz I' m hoping that kings
Will be crowned
And my dreams
Won't be drowned
Or wings
Clipped
And heart
Ripped
Tossed right down
To the ground
There's a cause I must found
For my
Legends
And stories
I must build renown
By my fate
I am bound
Take a listen
While trippin
To all that I've written
And don't mess around
There's a secret I've found
Yes I promise
The hottest
Portraits painted sonic
They hit you like
Chronic
Harmonic
Adventures
To which
There's no measure
They're pleasures
That venture
(This is no conjecture)
To simply
Astound