Videoclip 2pac 12. Rebel of the Underground

They just can't stand the reign, or the occasional pain 
From a man like me, who goes against the grain 
Sometimes I do it in vain, so with a little bass and treble 
Hey Mister! It's time for me to explain that I'm the rebel 
Cold as the devil 
Straight from the underground, the rebel, a lower level 
They came to see the maniac psychopath 
The critics heard of me, and the aftermath 
I don't give a damn and it shows 
And when I do a stage show I wear street clothes 
So they all know me 
The lyrical lunatic, the maniac emcee 
I give a shout out to your homies 
And maybe then, the critics'll leave your boy alone, G 
On the streets or on TV 
It just don't pay to be, a truth tellin MC 
They won't be happy till I'm banned 
The most dangerous weapon an educated black man 
So point blank in your face, pump up the bass 
And join the human race 
I throw peace to the Bay 
Cause from the Jungle to Oaktown, they backin me up all the way 
You know you gotta love the sound 
It's from the rebel, the rebel of the underground 
Rebel he's a rebel, rebel of the underground 
 
Now I'm face to face with the devils 
Cause they breedin more rebels than the whole damn ghetto 
And police brutality 
Shit it put you in the nip and call it technicality 
So you reap what you sow 
So reap the wrath of the rebel, jackin em up once mo' 
Now the fox is in the henhouse, creepin up on your daughter 
While you sleep I got her sneakin out 
Tupac ain't nuttin nice 
I'll be nuttin how I wanna, and doin what I'm gonna 
Now I'm up to no good 
The mastermind of mischief movin more than most could 
So sit and slip into the sound 
Peep the rebel the rebel of the underground 
Rebel he's a rebel, rebel of the underground 
 
They say they hate me, they wanna hold me down 
I guess they scared of the rebel the rebel of the underground 
But I never let it get me 
I just make another record bout the punks tryin to sweat me 
In fact, they tryin to keep me out 
Try to censor what I say 
Cause they don't like what I'm talkin bout 
So what's wrong with the media today? 
Got brothers sellin out cause they greedy to get paid 
But me, I'm comin from the soul 
And if it don't go gold, my story still gettin told 
And that way they can't stop me 
And if it sells a couple of copies, the punks'll try to copy 
It's sloppy, don't even try to 
I'm a slave to the rhythm, and I'm about to fly through 
So yo to the people in the ghetto 
When ya hear the bass flow, go ahead and let go 
Now everybody wanna gangbang 
They talkin street slang, but the punks still can't hang 
They makin records bout violence 
But when it comes to the real, some brothers go silent 
It kinda make you wanna think about 
That ya gotta do some sellin out, just to get your record out 
But 2Pacalpyse is straight down 
So feel the wrath of the rebel the rebel of the underground 
Tupac is a rebel, rebel of the underground