"Suburban Rebel (Movin' On Up Mix)" by the Council of Doom Suburban Rebel Doc Manhattan on vacation from the Wax A little intro before we get to brass tacks Bringin' this Fold-Out joint what it lacks A funky-ass Jew layin' words on the tracks Gettin paid like Old Man Mooney It's my time down here on the mic cause I'm a goony My styles is smoother than your sheets of satin That's why you're the fan and I'm Doc Manhattan Bang the bass and blow on the shofar If you want funk you don't have to go far High fidelity like Magnavox Don't stretch out my intro like in letterbox Just let me get down to the thesis The Mad Sheep used to look like Jesus But now he looks more like Emilio Suburban Rebel, what's the dilly , yo? I'm a G without a gang if you know what I mean I go antiquing with my gangsta lean I get props with no real street credentials My hood ain't the projects but it's zoned for residential I'm the product of a public high school Named after some dead white fool Half the graduating class was alcoholics My moms' minivan gots hydraulics Don't carry steel but I do carry plastic Can't rap worth a damn and I dance like a spastic Livin' large like an old lady's goiter I get hassled by the pigs when I loiter Baggy pants and oversized pores Hangin' out in front of overpriced stores The corners have rollerbladers instead of whores Color doesn't matter, my money's just as green as yours Have a race riot? It's just track and field If the party got busted, we're gonna kill who squealed I'll grow up to be the White Devil In the meantime I'm a cold Suburban Rebel Suburban Rebel Tha Mad Sheep is on the microphone, Droppin' science to pay back my college loan. When it comes to rhymin' I can hold my own, But when it comes to makin' tracks I'm like Al Capone Because half of my beats are stolen, Although my style's much bigger than my colon, I don't rock clubs, I rock the Rockin' Bowlin', And I pitch a no hitter just I like I was Nolan, But you know I throw like a girl. And I don't play hockey, I curl. I'm a star at Syracuse, call me Earl the Pearl I got comic stylings like Milton Berle But my record won't ever make the rack, Because Indie distribution lacks The type of clout that a big label packs I'm not down with Puff, so you assume that I'm whack. Suburban Rebel, is the name of this cut, Know what it means? Y'all can kiss my butt. 'Cause I come from a hood like King Tut, Any house on my block makes yours look like a hut. But the Pyramids got nothin' on my hood, In the back of my house we gots mad woods, You know you'd wanna live here if you could: Two acres and a pool and it's still all good. I said, but don't get me wrong: life is hard But growing up I had a swing set in my yard And I always had a library card So at Scranton, I learned of the immortal bard: This learning, what a wonderful thing! I learned I could rap if I couldn't sing. Well they closed down the Burger King, And I put it in my rhyme just like I said Ving Rhames played a gangster boss, But punks like him, I will floss You don't know what to say, y'all are at a loss 'Cause I'm phat and you're skinny just like Kate Moss. Suburban Rebel Yeah, Mad Sheep tellin' it like a preacher Smokin grooves underneath the bleachers We gots WASPs, no killah bees like Wu-Tang Mad kung-fu grip like Liu Kang Suburban G's ride SUV's Gonna need a reservation to see more Cherokees Like Ahab, Starbucks backs up off me Nine different places I can get coffee We gots coffee shops, fast-food joints, cafes Your sandwich always comes with mayonnaise You just can't understand the burbs It's a secret like the Colonel's sixteen herbs And summer people best step back Gonna fuckin' smack em with a Hot Wheels track Beat down some new money at the local pub Then I ventilate some punks down at the Beach Club I deal glue when I'm at the bus stop And it's a 1-8-7 on the bicycle cop South Central Connecticut, bitch The land of the G and the home of the rich DJ Ice Chill he's 2 percent black Which is by no means a personal attack But my Doc Manhattan, he rocks the room Droppin' all my hits for the Council of Doom We been doin' this since the eighth grade But that Reebok Pump style is played Mad Sheep, gettin' paid like a bookie Gets more girlies than the cap'n and the rookie Well, I played little league, the Doc played soccer Christian Grivalski gots a gun up in his locker It's another FOC creation Nappy Heads remix but no Haitians I kicks the mad Madison flavor And I give a shout out to my neighbors I got your girlie lookin' at me so agniculous Suburban Rebels kick it so ridiculous Suburban Rebel Suburban Rebel