Rhythm To The Rebels

Calling Calling Calling Calling Calling Calling Calling Calling The rhythm to the rebels is calling me Is takin' me higher than I'd ever be This old shoes only walk... The dark side of the streets I've been around you but you never knew Why always so cruel to this invisible fool Wanna break some rules... Well... I do Calling Calling Calling Calling Calling Calling Calling Calling My bones are stiff... My fists are tight What place and time to back you up in the fight No matter what they say, I know what I am And I know what I like I got from the street all the wisdom to be young Reckless with a fast metabolism... Sharp as a knife And run in the speed, The speed of the light Is that a woman Is that a plane Is that a woman Is that a plane... Big-Jet plane Quiet neighborhood, it's late afternoon The clock is tic-tockin' and sweat breaks off Everyone's foreheads... Suddenly someone says There she goes again... She's tired of all this Crap and she has some things to say... - I'm gonna fly away, you'll see I'm gonna shine like dynamite It's gonna blow your brain And everyone is going to look up and say WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT Is that a woman Is that a plane Is that a woman Is that a plane BIG JET PLANE The rhythm to the rebels is calling me The rhythm to the rebels is calling me The rhythm to the rebels is calling me Is takin' me higher than I'd ever be