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Name Ring Bells
- [Intro]
- Yeah…
- Let 'em know who it is... Revan.
- [Verse 1]
- Revan in the flesh —you better stand still,
- Name ring bells from the blocks to Capitol Hill.
- Street bred scholar with a blade in his verse,
- Politicians lie slick —I just speak what hurts.
- Came from the curb where the deals go down,
- Now I lace every bar with a warzone sound.
- A rebel like Revan in a Sith born fight,
- But I flipped the Force —made wrong feel right.
- No peace treaty —just chalk on streets,
- Where the laws break you more than the crooks you meet.
- The system rigged —pockets deep, hearts hollow,
- I spit what the news too scared to swallow.
- [Chorus]
- Name ring bells when I step through smoke,
- Bars hit hard —make the concrete choke.
- From the block to the courtrooms, rebels rebel,
- They don’t speak truth 'til Revan excels.
- Name ring bells, better guard that turf,
- Street made scholar —I define self worth.
- No crown on my head, but I move like kings,
- Every verse I spit, make the system swing.
- [Verse 2]
- Corrupt suits, fake roots —I see the lies,
- They preach hope while they privatize our skies.
- Meanwhile, I dodge both bullets and bills,
- Learned finance in alleys, not Ivy League hills.
- You talk woke? I lived it in silence,
- Where schools had chains and the chalkboards violence.
- I was fed food stamps and forged ID,
- While judges sold futures with a wink and a plea.
- So don’t talk Revan like I’m some name you borrow,
- I been through the night —I just spit for tomorrow.
- They dress in power, I dress in pain,
- But my pen swings harder than a hundred campaigns.
- [Chorus]
- Name ring bells when I step through smoke,
- Bars hit hard —make the concrete choke.
- From the block to the courtrooms, rebels rebel,
- They don’t speak truth 'til Revan excels.
- Name ring bells, better guard that turf,
- Street made scholar —I define self worth.
- No crown on my head, but I move like kings,
- Every verse I spit, make the system swing.
- [Verse 3]
- They taxed my soul before they taxed my pay,
- Taught me war before they taught me to pray.
- Every ballot’s a gamble, every cop is a coin —
- One side freedom, the other destroyed.
- Revan’s not fiction, I’m real in the flesh,
- Born in the mess, now I rise like unrest.
- They bought congress, but they can't buy respect,
- So I built from the bottom —brick by debt.
- I ain’t marching for clout, I’m stomping for change,
- With a mic like a torch and a world to flame.
- Don't quote Karl Marx, if you ain't been broke,
- Don’t preach revolution, if you still in your coat.
- [Verse 4]
- Raised in the noise where the silence screamed,
- Where dreams got clipped before they ever dreamed.
- But I carved my path through chainlink fate,
- Where hope got jumped at the county gate.
- I'm not your puppet, not here for applause,
- I’m the ink stained sword in a world of frauds.
- So tell the elites, Revan's at their door,
- With 16 missiles and truth as the core.
- They steal from the people, then gaslight the crowd,
- But I speak for the ones who ain't allowed.
- Every verse a vote, every rhyme's a strike,
- Revan ain't a moment —I am the mic.
- [Chorus]
- Name ring bells when I step through smoke,
- Bars hit hard —make the concrete choke.
- From the block to the courtrooms, rebels rebel,
- They don’t speak truth 'til Revan excels.
- Name ring bells, better guard that turf,
- Street made scholar —I define self worth.
- No crown on my head, but I move like kings,
- Every verse I spit, make the system swing.
- [Outro Verse]
- Don’t need your respect —I’ve earned my seat,
- While you clicked “like,” I was dodging the heat.
- My policies? Loyalty, family, truth,
- And a 16 bar bill for the lies of my youth.
- I ain’t red, I ain’t blue —I’m blacktop flame,
- Revan’s the name, never played their game.
- A voice for the gutter, a threat to the throne,
- A soldier with bars and a kingdom alone.
- Yeah —check my scars, they spell out rage,
- From backroom deals to the protest stage.
- Revan ain’t a rapper —I’m a movement sparked,
- Where politics end and the real ones start.
- [Final Hook –Outro Chorus]
- Name ring bells when I step through smoke,
- Bars hit hard —make the concrete choke.
- From the block to the courtrooms, rebels rebel,
- They don’t speak truth 'til Revan excels.
- Name ring bells, better guard that turf,
- Street made scholar —I define self worth.
- No crown on my head, but I move like kings,
- Every verse I spit, make the system swing.
- I ain’t the future —I’m the breaking of fate,
- The line in the dirt where the cowards deflate.
- I don’t rap for applause, I spit to ignite,
- When Revan talks, even silence takes flight.
- I ain’t part of your system —I rupture the frame,
- One verse in, and they already forgot your name.
- This ain't for streams, this ain’t for a chart,
- This for the kids with fire and a blueprint heart.
- So print this in stone, etch it deep in the shell:
- Revan stepped in… and rang every bell.
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