The Rebel Scum: 2005

1. STAIRWELLS

Chorus:
Stairwells
Take the first step of your descent
Stairwells
Straightforward lines are hellbent
We tearin down the construct, blueprints and splinter cells
Move stealthily, we droppin steadily, the stairwells

Mic Wrecka:
this is not a takeover 'cause y'all never had it in the first place
give y'all the head start but still couldnt cope wit our pace
we've been behind the scenes witnessing the wackest set of emcees to date
dreaming of glory as their destiny, The Rebel Scum dictates your fate-
tality,put an end to your rhymin ability
leave you in shockwave cause your waveforms indicates you've recorded horizontally
that's zero in decibles,gain the faders, you're still soft in level
we hit hard like distorted sounds, engineers define as uncompressable
we're expandable, it affects your followers as if 'theres nothing that can't be done'
we're unstopable the reason everyone seemed to shun
you ain't going nowhere disguising as an emcee
i've got my man Words tracking and haunt those whose faking reality
'cause you can't hide from the truth, the truth is upon you
the truth hurts especially you've got fans wit no clues supporting you
and the truth is you'll always be regarded as a rapper trying to put words on mics
well die trying or get rich over bullshit, damn I...

WordsManifest:
concrete laws animalistic, urban jungle books of statistics
my mind's a construction site, i shake it once and i spit acidic
strip Zion of its Hasidic, notions of truth and the children of Israel
choose to reload life with chunks left out like your movie's got missed reels
i'm train stoppin
faster than speeding bullet-time sequence, your frames droppin
a braveheart against chainmail armour with your linked sequins, you're style copying
files corrupted, the joker's wild with the facsimile
artificial intelligence, i am my worst enemy
still circling peripheries
rotating sceneries axis-tential
militant software duplicate fast like stencils
2B graded or not to be pencil-pushing fundamentals of physics in realtime
cached experience, you're nothing but a fake cynic in real crime
architecture felonous, underminging the interior design
spit scripture venomous, be prepared for syntax error
i'm end of line

*Chorus

Illson:
the rebels disowned you like orphans than having trouble finding your originality
when u see or visualize the emcess abilities to hold the words then flow through
oddysey than living like legends and die in fantasies, life is a dream where most of it shattered by imagination kills the one who splattered blood through the hearts of men revenge so the lost must vanquish before it ends every beginning of life
i start a new chapter as the day grows old or must i master the art of deception
to seek the prose before the final fight the messenger would deliver the truth
but would you see the light and remain the same change is inevitable so i hope it keeps me sane when i rain blood i couldnt feel the pain cuz i knew the truth hurts and if you would like to cut your wrist first i'll be there to quench your thirst as i kiss your soul way far from beyond the realms of mere mortals with a thousand candles wishing you were settled down... down.. down.. down...

*Scratch break

2. Rogue's Gallery

WordsManifest:
this is a satellite telecast from asteroid M
polarised words manifest into battles of Us against Them
Clash of the Titans, mythology corrupts the Argonauts
product of Anakin, Star Wars and Soviet cosmonauts
laying waste to Autobots, heavy metal, the hands of Primus
weapons of mass destruction wipe you out before you find us
you wrongfully defined us
the bird flu over the cuckoo's nest to test for japanese encephalitis
animate your tentacles
the virgin suicide note padded cell shaded headshot's hysterical
Doctor Doom the medicals
Professor X marks the spot, when things come full circle, i head the sphericals
round and round we go, tax man! the revolver
Beetlejuice, daylight come, laugh at your horror
in my little shop The Rebel Scum's got more in store
opportunities are less windows, and Mordor

Chorus:
We're turnin tables like pages, flip scripts on your fables
Set trip, you're unstable, from your stage to your label
Better bounce, if you're able, or hit the concrete
The circle is complete, behold the Rogues' Gallery

Set trip, you're unstable, from your stage to your label
Better bounce, if you're able, or hit the concrete
The circle is complete, behold the Rogues' Gallery

Mic Wrecka:
im on a mission of world domination
the rate of globalization cannot cope with the pace of our operation
so forget breakin through sound barriers
its either u move along or helplessly end up wit "please dont bury us"-
alive,leaders left with weak empires thats full of strife
to be the best,surpass that,now i rectify
the situation misleading to the faculties of hearing
destroying mics until theres none left for verbal communicating
manufactures on a world wide exodus
like Norton runnin out of hypothesis for anti-viruses
command you like darkside version of your father
transformin Megatron weaponry for Devastator
Lex Luthoring your doomsday so ull never see tommorrow
the reason u quickly claim not to be a superhero
cuz ure a weak species with lois lane to care for
u fell for the abilities from the Kryptonites of my metaphor

*Chorus

Illson:
illson the super villain mad circle industry
number one enemy seriously can it be
ayotollah like khomeni i-ran overseas intelligence over me consciously
let it be apocolypse cable on the opposite ominiously monolith
my composite compensate substances abused i used to fix the plug that fused
peripherals of my periphernalia to sell ya
over across over again start a game over
my snake eyes of a storm shadow strike like cobra
i see metal heads dont even look like destro
i bust track to outerspace than tracks like astro train
my coagulated blood brain spilled the same sane
spelled my name citizen kane came anti hero fame
dont blame it on the rain i reign lyrically
my rhymes and content doesnt spit differently

*Chorus

WMD
Produced by K-Netix
Written by HQA, Illson, Mic Wrecka, WordsManifest
Scratches by K-Netix

(newscaster intro)

Mic Wrecka:
Considered as weapons of mass destruction amongst wack emcees
The Rebel Scum defense mechanism dispatches enemies
At ease,dont lose yourself in this war between ill n fame
let your weapon of choice annihilate the target, so take aim
with the pen n pad as the tools for architectin
detonate the mic, when my vocal drops your mind's blowin
your whole crew n followers vanquished in demolition
fake ones depopulatin, hiphop terrorists retaliatin
so now we on high alert of full defence
i tear 'em apart like the red sea as soon as the battle commence
goin up againts me,you try hard like the Scud missile
Mic Wrecka be the reactor that launches your career to fatal
dreams need to be shattered when push comes to shove
im sick of these wack rappers claim they do it for the love
ending this confrontation
by droppin weapons of massive destruction
mutating yo brain leavin your weapons a mass-if destruction

Chorus:
When we on the pen and pad you know (it's World War)
When we get on the mic, you know (it's World War)
When we blowin out your box, you know (it's World War
Radio anthem, you are now added)

Illson:
mass destruction the noise is violent
the i double L phonics break the silence
my self scienctific wisdom is prolific
illustrated like national geographic
magazines aint what it seems than life u living in
for rhymes that i write they souls who lived in sin
blasphemy should we ceased to coexist
these rhymes are felt like bombs and terrorist
ponder and deliberate, mislead by simplicity
creeping through the minds and moving to society
suicidal tendencies like the kamikaze
high symbolic values and mass casualties
psychologically diabolical, histerical inferdels
falling from prominent monument
its evident, my constant deviant is defiant

(newscaster bridge)

WordsManifest:
the bomb drops, from the lyricist nemesis
blowin out your speakers, with reverse Genesis
Stone Age catalyst, cut off your arms race
with old school biochemistry, the gas face
my lines laced, anthrax courses through my syntax
social reform, in your three quarter inch jacks
most DJs pinch wax, K samples declarations
of war, CNN reports of condemnation
it's the mic occupation, that's leaving you scarred
when i detonate, flames flow thick like Brent Spar
armory below par, wherever you are
i level the field from Ampang to Kandahar

hqa:
nerve gas, swerve past, execution deadly
obstruct airways, effectively heavyweight
the rest victims, my tone alone de-regulates cardiac rhythms
army pack discipline - on the mic
party cats we're leavin - outta sight
discharge warheads remotely
5-megaton bombs explodin
holdin, any means of resistance
enemies will sweat the absence of treatment
the absence of substance, they're all empty
my nuclear winter freeze cheese emcees
EMP, civilisation blackout
moon suits couldn't fend you from the fallout - all out
fuck keepin your hopes intact
the catalyst to all of your failures is back

*Chorus

*Scratch outro

The Back Track

Chorus:
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
It's the exodus
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
(It's the back track on wax)
It's the exodus

Illson:
i got tones, rhyming on microphone
caught up in zone never leave me alone
put u on the dial
connected to my style
the i double L joint ready to make it wild
back in the days on the set to the floor
when the artform core when papa duke went raw
like a machine gun funk era
still got my mind over matter
ready to make it better than the last was unknown..

Mic Wrecka:
it's like once upon a time without ending happily ever after
wat started as dope ryhmes turned to its all about the paper
Mic Wrecka is here to be the rectifier
you the hottest in hiphop? well now you left in cinders
i'm destroying mics until there's none left
picture an emcee as a sessionist without a treble clef
microphone manufactures on a worldwide exodus
leavin emcees in ashes and dust to dust

WordsManifest:
word of mouth is that the mouth of words is deadly
you tempt me, to break it to you not so gently
correct me, if i am mistaken
but your crown is taken
so when i stake my claim, stop fakin
pretenders to the throne, blown
i flow nice like predecessors so i rock the gramophone
phone your grandma
tell her who's your daddy with the landmark
hot flows, that turn men to hoes like Ranma
get you green with grammar rays, all you got is clit clout
pussy's influential, to not get your shit out
Rebel Scum is moving forward giving you no chance to back out
i know no Hieroglyphics but you're still getting blacked out
take the wack route, rebels own the highway, radio
we beg to differ like we sayin "really, though"
you're really slow, not takin Words in full effect
so back track, relax, get jacked by context

hqa:
The lab is cool now, it's like hell freezin' over right?
But it does zero to mellow the strike
The heat of fire, sharpness of ice
Enough to make any men flee for their lives
I and my crew drop wholesome skills
Tracks on this EP will not be skipped like my meals
Unveilin', provocative poetry to force out bad sectors
Reformat no holds barred
Those that oppose to this will be crushed
And I let no phoenix rise it's eternal dust
See to the retreat of a million emcees if I must
Now behold the exodus
Rush out now, and don't look back
Cause unlike this song you can't backtrack
Sinister laughter while slaughterin' whack acts
Cause I ridicule fiascos like Max X

No Shorts Allowed

Chorus:
We call this No Shorts Allowed
Don't stay indoors, we goin all out
To the clubs, The Rebel Scum's blowin up the spot
"We blowin up the spot?" "No, we blew it at the spot"

hqa:
It's a scum nightout
Alien hairdo, tug-o-war silver medal iced-out
Just about to, reach my ride outside..
A dog came out of nowhere grip my pants tight with its teeth
I ran into the car quickly
It hit me, I'm so ill DMX bit me
Swiftly hit the pedal on my way fast
Khakis torn a bit, but at least I look ganas

Illson:
im on the bus on the way theres no such
things as i play words as i display
should i stay or should i follow
im short of cash can i borrow
for today and tomorrow but tonite i gotta go
and im telling you im gonna be late traffic jam
its the same damn thing that i cant comprehend
im my mind as i rhyme to my destination
looking on spot no stop just elevation

*Scratch break
*Chorus

Mic Wrecka:
well if that aint enough i was caught up in traffic
now i gotta pay 10 bucks just to park it
walked a few blocks and my feet's gettin tired
then the sole of my shoe came off adding to my frustration
the next thing i knew my cell was vibratin
it was my girl going like "jangan pandang perempuan lain"
so there i was explanin why I'm headin to the club-
things start to fall apart,nights runnin out of luck

Interlude:
"eh lain kali kan... korang boleh tak tak datang lambat?"
"nak buat camne, aku cari parking takde tempat"
"aku sesat wei! salah naik bas, kau tau penat tak?"
"seluar aku koyak pun nak tukar, tak sempat ah..."
"takpe, takpe, janji semua dah kat sini"
"buat macam biasa, buat macam takde bini"
"wei - cakap banyak-banyak, orang pun dah ramai"
"VIP ni! cakap sikit The Rebel Scum dah nak sampai!"

WordsManifest:
that said - can we make our way to the entrance?
a hundred feet away, two thousand heads in attendance
VIP pass in hand, we legworked
high and dry on the skirts, we cut lanes in sweatshirts
stopped - at the door, pulled aside, and i said
"what seems to be the problem?" i should've checked the card instead
invitation was a week old
and we only had money for the gas and toll
took the cards and had them folded
was about to turn around to face the crowd when Haq stopped and said "hooooold it..."

Where Are You

Illson:
as i recite this verse the first in retrospect
looking back to my people like the last i ever had respect
the facts remain the same i claimed nothing at all as i remembered all the
growing pains cuz those days fell apart and they never be forgotten
what made us strong i realised all the sudden changes of directions
i stayed by my cause of actions live a life to mention where the hell are you?
how long has it been ever since you drop the mic, let me pick it up for you so i keep this line ignite, solidify i write to entice life that means more than anything
so i sing along the song that i've written last morning glory the sun rises
set before my eyes till it lit my iris, painted in white and black is where my grey matter no matter ho things get focked just keep getting better.

MicWrecka:
lost in action in the middle of a war zone
they're longing for the matrix for a place to evade from...
the transition that refelcts to those whove've lost...
in translation, frustration is why we rebel with a cause
the mind is a terrible thing to waste
so think before you spit or you'll be recycled disgrace
rebel scum in silent mode, in a state of where are you
we dont fully exist for the path of who are you?

hqa:
Alive mics next to me
I might be next to be a might among emcees that's a dream
It didn't seem so back then back, when I wasn't to familiar with rap
Friends, foes, lost love where they at now
I sat down, reminiscin' the past
But trust, wherever y'all be world is small
Paths'll be crossed soon
But for now, Peace.

WordsManifest:
it's not where you're from, it's where you're going to
true - even so, i wish everyone was coming through
i understand, everybody's got things to do
but do it as it should be, keepin it in the crew
keepin it overdue, maybe i'm just waiting
maybe the Sicksiderz are just hibernatin
contemplatin, what happened to the I Double L
Verbal Assault, returning like Jedi? who can tell
splintered cells - it's not a game, over the years
i've met so many heads with the same ears, who rebelled
before the show got cancelled, i saw the Seinfeld
men for all seasons, snowed in for no reason
caving in to the pressures and pleasures of crowd pleasin
stoppin at the door, hesitatin to put the keys in
never lettin enemies in, we chose to fall out
remember where we stood, disregard all doubt
and i'm out

An Urban Distaste For The Concrete

WordsManifest:
before the beats, i left my testaments on the tenements
the city speaks, but city streets got speech impediments
the concrete contrasts impermanence
every corner i turn is a page in the age of lost innocence
where did we go wrong? were we asking the right questions?
life's a one-way street, i'm just asking in which direction
closed eyes, close contact, no close inspection
i'm blocked off into sections
of distaste

Illson:
Im walking through life, a bitter sweet symphony
and lately i've been looking through these eyes i see
confusion lurks dark minds drowning in muddy waters
sometimes i just wander wondering what was there to ponder
under the sun shine lights cracked through shaft
maybe i wasnt used to feel this way but everday i feel it last
im half the man the other half went creeping
the urban distaste for the concrete left me wanting
answers to my questions they murdered the conversation by forsaken mistakes
can you relate? say yes and i'll retaliate to the one who mocking it
a million hell notes then we burn em like joss sticks
who awaits death like darkness in the stellar
i take time like a cigarette break knowing signs of cancer
cells unlocking splinters to rebel.. who stared well
i live another life for the story to tell.

Mic Wrecka:
i have an urban distaste for the concrete
where stats and facts mostly play a big part
rather going againts all odds and discard
of whats right,or wat should be the right way
course are set to be your way or the highway?
rules and regulations sent me offtrack - in astray
had enough of word i've got no time to play
time's wasting fast so i developed my own path
don't wannabe - one of the minority following majority
quantity above quality, seniority above mentality
equaling to no equality
and im tired, of riding orders
set my own standard, im movin forward
never look back i wanna live not to exist
inspire myself to not be a follower but a trend setter

hqa:
Immortal divine wind
In this world material's deemed holy I'm designed to sin
Decided since exterior-bound questions of why
I'm trapped on the ground with a passion to fly high through the sky
Sabotage cosmos with rage
Thoughts collide in space, no life is safe
I tried to relate to the force of the norm
But the storm is strong and outbreak is foregone conclusion
Confusion reigns but I reign terror and disorder in fusion
Mortal argumentation is not made of steel
It will be boxed and battered, paradox will shatter it with conviction
It's no fiction, that I will cause derangement to the law
If there's a force by default let me force corrections
I bring forth a cause for a lost creation

The Resistance (Concrete Mix)

illson:
dreams, archetypes, rhymes and prototypes
mics and braggin writes im turning day into night
world trade disorganized troops mobilized the resistance
you could be the one for any instance,
the substance, flight 175, 11, 77
back in 93 was hip-hop then the brethren like john grisham
im on a mission impossible breaking through decibels
incredible like hulk hogan i dont wrestle words i just spit em
hearts of ronin praise the master im faster first on quick draw you can picture
frames crackin through your brains deranged i rearrange regain control and claimed the game

WordsManifest:
like a historectomy history's not correct to me
cut out previous events deletin mortal enemies
the best seas, couldn't win the war for japanese
imperial forces, imagine what the loss is
if Chicago's personality had no mob bosses
or causes, that you never hold on to
like some army generals who never read Sun Tzu
it's untrue, what some people say they do
it;s not what they give, it's what they take to pay they dues
i missed clues, the feminine venoms of this mystery
is not to write history but to write about the victory
check the scenery, call the cavalry
if you not down with the rebels then you fuckin with periphery

Chorus:
Can it be the emcee, or can it be all so simple?
Some emcees would rather wrinkle than use they brain dimples
like a monk that lost his temples to nuns for example
or three delivered verses outclassed by sound samples
travellin sound tramples over games
that get played in different ways but sound suspiciously the same

Illson:
i hand held minds like palm top disconnect your thoughts and of course you're like mad confusing, words abusing styles infusion flows producing rhymes connection lift sanctions life per gallon, no protection fuel injection jam a session cause resistance defence mechanism system violated if other front related some who say it fock when i spit it, explicit, vivid like pornographic, hardcore than terra patrick, getting a fixed up in your ass quick bitch in you when u dont speak your mind, in time will tell one day it all make sense to rhyme, something common or different as a matter of choice, you can resist the pain when we come to bring the noise..

WordsManifest:
the second shot rings out, we're all dead ringers in the first place
speak in the third person about second stringers in a worse place
stuck between a hard rock and that
or maybe i've got a soft spot for those who stand tall and fall flat
oppose those who all that, who know nothing about this
some change for no reason, they got no reason to know the catalyst
from fatalists to analysts, nobody knows the hidden cause
from pens that didn't pause souls get trapped in the hidden clause
-trophobic, caught in an image like avatars with no nick
hip hop's diseased, that don't mean all emcees can flow sick
we're terminal, can't even pull the plug without assistance
so i reach inside myself and pull the slug for the resistance
for instance, counterfeit flows, the syndicate
emcees got no artistic licence permit or certificate
they just try, to imitate the forms
forgot about the functions and stay defused like badly dropped bombs

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Indonesia Mini-Tour 2005 (photos)

Friday, May 20, 2005

2005 Shows (photos)

Saturday, March 5, 2005

2005: Arrival of EP

Saturday, January 1, 2005

An Urban Distaste For The Concrete EP Lyrics

Concrete (experimental video)

CBOX

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