The Hellgate Rebel

Hell-..Hell-..He-..
Hellgate Rebel Big Twan
...Big Twan..Big Twan
Re-..reb-..reb-..rebel Big Twan
Big..Big..Twan..Twan

(Verse 1 - Big Twan)
Yo, I grab the mic and bring you all in it
Niggas get scored when I ball
I never fall cause it's all sin
I'll leave you brittle like sawdust
Cause I got the raw stuff
And more rough raps to keep your trap shut
I'm from the muthafuckin' land under
I make a man wonder, how could I plan thunder?
Slam blunders
Cause ain't no better with the rhetoric
I settle it and peddle it
End with a Beretta shit
I'll wet a snitch
Cause all my vinyl stuff
Puts on a final touch
I'll line you up, quick
Cause all I got is sick rhymes to bust
My shit is so hot
You got, so not
Old props and oh goddamn you're a cold flop
Slicker than Matlock, when I let my gat cock
A track flocks and wack stock is chop in my rap drops
And the main test, is to leave you brain-less
From the stain-less, get ready for the pain fest


Hell...gate ...rebel..rebel..rebel..rebel Big Twan
Hell...gate ...reb-..reb-..reb-..reb-..reb-..reb-..rebel Big Twan


(Verse 2 - Big Kwam)
My esophagus arouse rap crowds like erogenous zones
With more baritones, I own this metropolis
Amomynous deciple with the trife, my mic's got rifle grips
The type to hit ballerinas to biker chicks
I'm amper than most, pockets lumpy like cancerous growths
Take a chance and get close, you'll be dancin' with ghosts
In Aprisin, perhaps for instance, if you ask forgiveness
You can enter my realms of my kingdom and ask for entrance
Hi Majesty, flattery's a formality
Imagine me broke, off salary, it'll be a travesty
Can't picture that, mannerisms of an aristocrat
Body grace of Twan, ordain the christen tracks
Twistin' back whatever's under your skelly or fishin' hat
Wishin' that I had a dime, everytime I position rappin'
Get toasted, a menacin' dosage of dope shit
The most sick, murdered by metaphor, I'm the culprit


Hell...gate ...rebel..rebel..rebel..rebel Big Twan
Hell...gate ...reb-..reb-..reb-..reb-..reb-..reb-..rebel Big Twan


(Verse 3 - Big Twan)
I stike and kill rappers just like a Masked Avenger
My staff'll injure, smash up niggas when my malice enter
I'm all givin', not receivin', so reason
Cause if any man step, the Twan; he won't leave you breathin'
It ain't nothin' but sins here
And ain't nothin' sincere
Wins yeah? You couldn't win in ten years
My style's fatal like dioxin, toxic cause I drop shit
Dropmen don't stop and when I rock, it's shockin'
Lyrics are so rugged, harder than gold nuggets
Diamond-studded, cold-blooded, oh shut it, you can't cut it
Or budge it, when I apply the ruckus
Find them suckers, try and touch us
Try and buck us
Now you gon' try and duck us
My shit is A1, man your feet, man, you're weak
I'm the commanding chief
And my clan is deep
My flow is smooth, like skin, so soft
You get your chin broke off
Plus your shin tore off and yo

(DJ scratches out)
"Somethin' brand spankin', what the fuck was y'all thinkin'"