Rebel’s Prayer - Intellectual

{Randel Alexander: Verse 1}

I remember weather like December

Fuck the whole world i'm living with my chin up

Yup, these niggas uh, don't give a fuck

If you in a box locked, or shot up NOPE!

They just want to see us GO !

Back up on the boat or hanging from our throats

OH ! they feed us bullshit from these politics

Then wonder why we pull clips at these collard hicks

Real shit, education is the key

But it's hard when there ain't no job openings

Spend my last on gas & fake jewelry

God is my teacher, he be schooling me

On this life & why the devil be pursuing me

& these girls & why they want to ruin me

See, you & me let me tell you whats the difference

You raise skirts while I raise the percentage

On rappers coming up, up out the village

We waiting on somebody real to reveal this

TO THE WORLD ! I speak on what's real

& even the paralyzed tell me that they feel

ME !

{Pre-Hook: Randel Alexander}

How could this be

I showed the whole world

What they could not see

Fuck what they say just stay

On your feet no matter what day

Believe & succeed

Never gave a fuck I trust in Gods seed

Middle finger up just let me be me !

They never ever thought that I could succeed

But now I'm at the top with broads & good weed

{Hook: Micheal Lira}

I feel the success

Deep in my stomach

If I believe I can become it

Whatever I want to, I want to

I Want to

People will steal to get their money

This shit is real ain't nothing funny

People will kill you, they'll kill you

They'll kill you

{Randel Alexander: verse 2}

Uh, Mister Lonely on his lonesome

Like fuck friends nah, nigga I ain't got none

I drop the flame ain't nobody this hot son

I keep it pumping like the Gage on a shotgun

Keep it real motherfucker i'm the top one

Even Shaquille couldn't even try to block one

I drop shit like a loose bowel

Then I reveal that i'm big like a loose towel

Ooh wow, Randel you the shit now

It's no surprise groupies all up on your dick now

But I arise i don't want to hear that shit now

Ammunition in my pen watch me spit rounds

I get down on my knees every morning & pray

To the lord up above for a glorious day

I pray to God I will never be behind those gates

Where them killers & them dealers cutting up that base

See I'm the realest you can feel it coming out your bass

With the illest lyrics spitten over drums & bass

WAIT! hold your applause I got something to say

Pray for haiti & the babies that we're born today

& the ladies having babies on section 8

& my niggas up in prison planning a escape

HEY ! I just want to see if you can relate

To the pain i detained underneath my faith

BUT ! still I remain in this cold ass place

Wonder if god see's all the stuff I take

Uh, I'm Randel the devil slayer put your hands together

This is the Rebel's Prayer ! uh !