Name Ring Bells
• Written by Revan
[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.
