Rebel(EsDeeKid)

<colbgcolor=#fff,#fff><colcolor=#000> The Début Studio Album Rebel
아티스트	EsDeeKid
발매	2025년 6월 19일
장르	힙합 • UK Rap
재생 시간	20:51
트랙 수	11곡

1. 개요

2. 평가

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3. 수록곡

3.1. 4 Raws

4 Raws

EsDeeKid & Rico Ace

Intro

(Okay)

(Phew, phew)

(Phew, phew)

(Phew, phew)

Ayy

Chorus

I'm four man deep in this German

And I'm whippin' it 'round, the Suburban

Plod are on chase, gotta make the excursion

So I manage this shit like I'm Jürgen

Went from Henny to sippin' on Bourbon

I've switched to a different person

Cut to the chase, now they call me the surgeon

All over the net, I'm a burden

Verse 1

I pull up in that Lamborghini just so you can see me

All these people wanna get dropped on

All these people, they wanna be me

Me leather jacket's from East Asia

I'm smokin' up on these beast flavours

Got little kiddas and bigger hitters that'll bang you up for a wee favour

Chorus

I'm four man deep in this German

And I'm whippin' it 'round, the Suburban

Plod are on chase, gotta make the excursion

So I manage this shit like I'm Jürgen

Went from Henny to sippin' on Bourbon

I've switched to a different person

Cut to the chase, now they call me the surgeon

All over the net, I'm a burden

Verse 2

I'm a scumbag, I was raised in Liverpool slums, lad

I was broke, no joke, but I spun back

Now I sip this rum and I fund packs

I'm a dirty dog, I'm a young rat

Year 10 I was out, had to run cash

PayPal, flip quids for the a dumb tax

Catfish as a bitch for the dumb stack

I kept learning, kept lurkin'

Kept whippin' 'round and workin'

Me pockets filled with twenty buds and GBP, that's Sterling

I'm rolling round in spenny cars

Got heavy gas that I'm burnin

I'm a rockstar with these rocks, lad

I could never beat these urges

Chorus

I'm four man deep in this German

And I'm whippin' it 'round, the Suburban

Plod are on chase, gotta make the excursion

So I manage this shit like I'm Jürgen

Went from Henny to sippin' on Bourbon

I've switched to a different person

Cut to the chase, now they call me the surgeon

All over the net, I'm a burden

Post-Chorus

I'm a warlord, kilos under the floorboards

Rammin' the whip through the store door

EsDeeKid, I'm from Mordor

I'm puttin' me name on the scoreboard

Pull up, I've gotten me sword drawn

I'm rotten, I'm sick when I pour fours

Every time I smoke, I light four raws

3.2. Cali Man

Cali Man

EsDeeKid & Rico Ace

Intro: EsDeeKid

(Okay)

(Okay)

(Okay)

(O— )

Ayy

Chorus: EsDeeKid

Say you sip lean, you can't plug shit (Okay)

Never paid for me clothes, lad, I jugg fits (Okay)

Late night drive, tell me brother Wraith, "Run this" (Okay)

Posted in the castle with me fuckin' cousin Bloodkiss (O— O—)

Get my Kush strai-straight from Afghanistan (Okay)

Think me plug's tapped in with the Taliban (Okay)

EsDeeKid ridin' 'round, I don't give a damn (Okay)

Fuck Britscotti, need another fuckin' Cali, man

Verse 1: EsDeeKid

I'm with Rico in the cut, lad, I'm lurking (Okay)

Bad bitch, dark skin, tell her work it (Okay)

Music into money, I'ma never stop working (Okay)

Party 'til the morning, tell her, "Never stop twerking" (O— O—)

Hit me Telegram, tell me brother, "Cop an X" (Okay)

Baddie tryna talk, I said I'll fuckin' pop her ex (Okay)

Girl hit me line, told her drop another fucking text (Okay)

Scouse kid drippin', but I'm never rocking Montirex

Verse 2: Rico Ace

Mix the Wock' up with my Sprite, turn it Gelonade

Too many bitches on my line, I need some pepper spray (Okay)

Me and Es are in the cut, the Kush is heaven-made (Okay)

I'm smoking Backwoods, I'm rolling backwards off that wedding cake (O— O—)

S-S-Say you got a plug, but what the fuck he got? (Okay)

Is it Cali? Is it lean? What's that Wock' he got? (Okay)

Kissing Mary Jane, do she, do she love me not? (Okay)

You smoke dawg pebbles and we smoking on Biscotti rocks (O— )

What's in that Wock'? Like (Okay)

It got me different, you can tell it by my stance (Okay)

I do a bop in Italy, I do a bop in France (O— )

Said she wanna have kids with me, I tell her that I– that I–

Chorus: EsDeeKid

Say you sip lean, you can't plug shit

Never paid for me clothes, lad, I jugg fits

Late night drive, tell me brother Wraith, "Run this" (Okay)

Posted in the castle with me fuckin' cousin Bloodkiss (O— )

Get my Kush strai-straight from Afghanistan (Okay)

Think me plug's tapped in with the Taliban (Okay)

EsDeeKid ridin' 'round, I don't give a damn (Okay)

Fuck Britscotti, need another fuckin' Cali, man

Outro

(Okay)

(Okay)

(Okay)

(O— O—)

3.3. Prague

Prague

EsDeeKid

Chorus

I-I-I just left a show in Prague

Four bells in the morning, I'm still going hard (cppo)

I rock designer, rockin' leather, kid, I'm avant-garde

Windows fully tinted, speakers blastin' while I'm sniffin' shards

Verse

I pull up in whips with bits, 'cause the cheque's retarded

Stars in the ceiling, ballin', doors come heavy and armored

The boys in blue came through to the gaff, but I sneaked out back and departed

Poppin' already, and I just got started

They say, "EsDeeKid, you're so cold-hearted"

In the game of life, I did way more than thе rest could (Okay)

I sip this yak, I'm smokin' up on the best bud

It's dark outsidе, I'm up on the lash, I just got a cut of the fresh dust

Bad bitch said "Es got the best wood," whole fit full of 70's Westwood

Never been no grafter, never cooked crack cocaine in a kitchen kettle

But I've clicked and scammed, I've made two grand, I'm up on a whole 'nother level (Okay)

I fly through streets, I'm back on the beats, I really put power in metal

I'm Prada'd up like the devil

E-EsDee, I'm a Rebel

Swerving, swerving

Don't give a fuck about mergin

I'm whippin' the ting like Forza

Booted from the fast cash that I'm earnin

I'm gettin' up early, workin

It's only that fire I'm burnin

Free all me brothers in Altcourse, and free all me brothers in Berwyn

Chorus

I-I-I just left a show in Prague (Okay)

Four bells in the morning, I'm still going hard

I rock designer, rockin' leather, kid, I'm avant-garde

Windows fully tinted, speakers blastin' while I'm sniffin' shards (Okay)

I-I-I just left a show in Prague

Four bells in the morning, I'm still going hard

I rock designer, rockin' leather, kid, I'm avant-garde

Windows fully tinted, speakers blastin' while I'm sniffin' shards (O-Okay)

3.4. Dirty

Dirty

EsDeeKid

Intro

(O-O-O-kay)

Chorus

Pour pint of that dirty

Double me cup, I sip 'til I'm blurry

Won't talk to you, you're not worthy

Come chat shit, I won't show no mercy

Got model bitches from Turkey

Got an ounce of weed and them .30s

I'll pop a piece and a yerky

Just that kid from the side of the Mersey (O-kay)

Verse

In the gaff, I got me Henny on

Pass the jabber, I got a heavy crop

I'm getting laps done by the heli cops

I did two lines of that kenny bop

Hittin' 80 marks in a Maybach

I was making that money from way back

If you jealous kidda, then say that

I put big cash in the state banks (O-kay)

I'm with Slawn in the Porsche hittin' backstreets

Kid, I made ten racks in the past week

I got the vision on lock, you can't pass me

I smoke so many buds like a gas leak

I whip hard, so far, just to get me guap

Got pounds, got crowns, got yen and dollar

Big Subaru, I'm smokin' any copper

Don't bell my phone if you want an offer (O-kay)

Young kid with a head full of chemicals

I pop pills, sniff coke, take edibles

I'm on a madder one, I'm incredible

Still out on the lurk from Federals

When the blue lights flash, no stopping me

'Cause I swerve and "skrrt" too properly

I'm a pirate boy, I take property

Kid, I sip this yak, and I'm popping E (O-kay)

Flex, flex, and I'm flexin

It's your next ex that I'm textin

Said, "Es is blessed with the best"

I'm plottin' up cheques, less for investin

Chillin' in Czech with becks and we're sextin

Kidda, come press, I guessed you weren't vexing

If you don't step, you're swept with this left hit

Sippin' out west, requests for this guest list (O-kay)}

Chorus

Pour pint of that dirty

Double me cup, I sip 'til I'm blurry (Blurry)

Won't talk to you, you're not worthy

Come chat shit, I won't show no mercy (No mercy)

Got model bitches from Turkey

Got an ounce of weed and them .30s

I'll pop a piece and a yerky

Just that kid from the side of the Mersey (O-kay)

Outro

(O-)

3.5. LV Sandals

LV Sandals

EsDeeKid, fakemink & Rico Ace

Chorus

Louis V Sandals (Okay, nine)

Crazy, hoes act scandalous (Okay)

Yeah, these supermodel bitches be fans (Okay)

Drop the pack off to her man and then I go hold hands with her (Okay; nine)

Louis-Louis-Louis V Sandals

Crazy, hoes act scandalous

Yeah, these supermodel bitches be fans

Drop the pack off to her man and then I go hold hands with her (Okay)

Verse

In a kush coma, EsDeeKid fried, I'm a fuckin' stoner

Got a bottle full of Tris, kid, I'm never sober

I don't push no shit, lad, I fuckin' told ya

Never had an older (Okay)

I was doing day trips to the 'Dam, wait, damn

Got a bally on me face and I'm rockin' Ray-Bans

Wait, man, I don't fuck with no snakes, fake mans

Keep a stack up on me lap, I got twenty in the waistband (Okay)

Chorus

L-L-Louis-Louis-Louis V Sandals

Crazy, hoes act scandalous

Yeah, these supermodel bitches be fans

Drop the pack off to her man and then I go hold hands with her (Okay)

L-Louis-Louis-Louis V Sandals

Crazy, hoes act scandalous

Yeah, these supermodel bitches be fans (Okay)

Drop the pack off to her man and then I go hold hands with her

Verse

I'm seeing mink on mink, catch him doubling the fur

Put my chain under the sink 'cause I'm doubling the brr

Pussy pink, it's on the brink, hit the tap and make her squirt (Okay)

Put a snake under the ground, it's like I'm doubling the dirt

She fuckin' with my raps, I'm sounding very different

Swallowing these tabs, big belly with it

I'm fuckin' on her friend and she already with it (Okay)

Two-steppin' in her Loubs', goddamn, Lelli Kelly with it

Chorus

Louis-Louis-Louis V Sandals

Crazy, hoes act scandalous

Yeah, these supermodel bitches be fans

Drop the pack off to her man and then I go hold hands with her

L-L-Louis-Louis V Sandals

Crazy, hoes act scandalous

Yeah, these supermodel bitches be fans

Drop the pack off to her man and then I go hold hands with her

Outro

(Okay, nine)

(Okay)

(Okay)

(Okay)

3.6. Panic

Panic

EsDeeKid

Chorus

When I walk in the room, I cause panic

Runtz in me jabber, got the pills, 'cause I'm manic (O-o-okay)

Four man are in the car, gotta zoom through the traffic

If I've got a problem, know a hundred man will back it (O-o-okay)

War tee with the jacket, you can tell it by the graphic

Never gonna stop until I buy me ma' a Patek (Okay)

Gettin' madder, I'm erratic, can't stop it, I'm an addict

Lad, I've always been a mad kid, I'll never stop the racket (Okay)

Verse

I'm a youngen, wild one, the money's gonna pile on

Kidda, I can tell a fake friend from a mile off (Okay)

Me brother said I'm blowin', I'm a fuckin' tickin' time bomb

This girl's got a man, but I'm the one she wanna ride on (Okay)

Chat shit and, lad, you'll walk away with plasters

I'm chilling with the ghost boys, Phantoms and Caspers (Okay)

I'm rolling off the M-way, you're never gettin' past us

I never had a dad, I'm takin' over as a bastard (Okay)

Get cash, I lashed it, I'm coolin

Cartier shades, and me links are all Cuban (Okay)

I'm whippin' 'round the Ezzy, hittin' turns, Trials Fusion

I'm gone in sixty seconds, leave the grasses in confusion (Okay)

Lad, I'm spinnin' down your block, hot, in a drop-top

Got your bird in a crop top, smoking top crop (Okay)

Lad, I ride 'til the clock locks, plod are on the knock-knock

Liverpool city, every day you hear the shots pop (Okay)

Lad, I spend fake bills, keep the props swapped

Bally on me face every day, I've gotta chop guap (Okay)

Don't be messin' with the team, get your mop dropped

Pull up ten deep, two minutes, have your loc's chopped (Okay)

Chorus

When I walk in the room, I cause panic

Runtz in me jabber, got the pills, 'cause I'm manic (Okay)

Four man are in the car, gotta zoom through the traffic

If I've got a problem, know a hundred man will back it (Okay)

War tee with the jacket, you can tell it by the graphic

Never gonna stop until I buy me ma' a Patek (Okay)

Gettin' madder, I'm erratic, can't stop it, I'm an addict

Lad, I've always been a mad kid, I'll never stop the racket (Okay, racket)

Outro

(Okay, okay)

3.7. 5am

5am

EsDeeKid & Fimiguerrero

Intro: EsDeeKid

(Hahaha, okay)

Ayy, ayy, EsDee (Okay)

Chorus: EsDeeKid

Me belt comes heavy like me smoke game

White tee, fresh, so pure like cocaine

Young kid, I'm just left in me own lane

Blow it to the breeze, numb mind so there's no pain

Walking round London, five in the morning

I hopped on a Lime bike, going exploring

Made five tunes while you're tucked up snoring

Don't talk shit, lad, you know you just boring

Need a tour life, Uzi

Lad, me life's kinda feeling like a movie

Got the cup and I spilt it on me Ksubis

I'm feeling like Ruby, I'm shooting all the loogies

Verse: Fimiguerrero

My Scouse ting's rolling up the jabba

My Yankee one rolling up the grabba (Okay)

I like my South ting, but she's been a yapper

I fuck 'em all back-to-back, logo of Kappa

I'm a myth, like you lost your friend in Carni (Okay)

Shell a show in Liverpool, I'm Paul McCartney

I've been stacking bread on top of cheese like a sarni

So she tell me choke her like The Great Khali (Okay)

Chorus: EsDeeKid

Me belt comes heavy like me smoke game

White tee, fresh, so pure like cocaine (Okay)

Young kid, I'm just left in me own lane

Blow it to the breeze, numb mind so there's no pain (Okay)

Walking round London, five in the morning

I hopped on a Lime bike, going exploring (Okay)

Made five tunes while you're tucked up snoring

Don't talk shit, lad, you know you just boring (Okay)

Need a tour life, Uzi

Lad, me life's kinda feeling like a movie (Okay)

Got the cup and I spilt it on me Ksubis

I'm feeling like Ruby, I'm shooting all the loogies (Okay)

Outro

(Okay)

3.8. Phantom

Phantom

EsDeeKid & Rico Ace

Intro

O—

Okay

Chorus: EsDeeKid, Rico Ace

Blacked out like a phantom (Phantom)

Me phone keeps having a tantrum (Tantrum)

Emo boy, I got the party lit (Party lit)

This song your national anthem (Anthem)

Fuck gold, I want platinum (Platinum)

Me bros sipping on Magnums (Magnums)

Got girls flocking all over

'Cause I'm young, lit and I'm handsome (Okay)

If he talks shit, then I'll bang him (Bang him)

You're banned out of the mansion (Mansion)

You've never got no motion, lad

You've never got no action

Bitch, I'm all about me passion (Passion)

Music, money, and fashion (Fashion)

Drugs and girls come later

In the end, it's all a distraction (Hey, hey, okay)

Verse: Rico Ace

My girl's on my back like, "Why you smoke for?"

Hypocrite, stress turned her to a coke whore

Kate Moss fame, man, my bitches need their own tour

She jealous of the fiends like, "Why you always on the phone for?"

Been about bands, now they call me the strangest

If it ain't P's, I ain't ready to talk

Little man's been the wrong name for the kid

He's the biggest green man since Incredible Hulk

Purple Runtz, man's getting it bulk

All of my haters getting them sulk

Bad bitch wanna get in the clique

Wanna hit of the 'za, she ain't getting no smoke (Okay)

Chorus: EsDeeKid, Rico Ace

Blacked out like a phantom (Phantom)

Me phone keeps having a tantrum (Tantrum)

Emo boy, I got the party lit (Party lit)

This song your national anthem (Anthem)

Fuck gold, I want platinum (Platinum)

Me bros sipping on Magnums (Magnums)

Got girls flocking all over

'Cause I'm young, lit and I'm handsome (Okay)

If he talks shit, then I'll bang him (Bang him)

You're banned out of the mansion (Mansion)

You've never got no motion, lad

You've never got no action

Bitch, I'm all about me passion (Passion)

Music, money, and fashion (Fashion)

Drugs and girls come later

In the end, it's all a distraction

Outro

Okay

3.9. Mist

Mist

EsDeeKid

Intro: EsDeeKid

O-kay, o-kay, o-kay

Ayy, ayy, EsDee (O-)

Chorus: EsDeeKid

La-la-lad, I'm riding with your bitch

Got a 10z in me pocket and bottle full of Tris

Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist

Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah (Mist)

Lad, I'm riding with your bitch

Got a 10z in me pocket and bottle full of Tris

Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist

Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah (Mist)

Verse 1: EsDeeKid

Night time and I'm creeping through the mansion

Black gems on my neck, stay dancin

Birds hit me line spawn kill, stop, camp them

Backstage pass cause' I'm young and I'm handsome

Got long black hair like an emo (Emo)

Drugs all-white, albino

Rolling the walls and I fill it with the green, bro

Ice on my neck, stay cold, sub-zero (O-kay)

Members-only, you won't makе it on the guest list

Shout loud, make thе crowd think I'm reckless

Chrome on my wrist, check pendant for the necklace

Young Scouse kid, make it sound like I'm from Texas (Okay)

Verse 2: Rico Ace

Rocking like a star, coke for breakfast

Cartier necklace, Kush I'm obsessed with it

Outside and we're posted with the members

Pack landed, tellin' rkid, "Don't mess with it"

We got tons of different flavours, we love getting in

Came in the rave, pop pills and I'm settling

Only eighteen, labels screaming "Gotta get him in"

Beef, no I keep the metal in my hand like wedding ring

Ten girls on my body, I'm feeling rich today

Ten girls on my body, my girl gon' crash out

Put white in my city, it turned to Kraków

My girl still get scared when I turn Snap maps off in the trap house (O-kay)

He's lit but I ain't clockin; him

All amped up, stand up, Christ Rock'ing it

Peckish 'til I'm dead, Rick Ross with it

Lunch time, pop Sprite, gotta mix Wock' with it (Okay)

Chorus: EsDeeKid

La-la-lad, I'm riding with your bitch

Got a 10z in me pocket and bottle full of Tris

Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist

Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah (Mist, okay)

Lad, I'm riding with your bitch

Got a 10z in me pocket and bottle full of Tris

Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist

Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah (Mist)

3.10. Rottweiler

Rottweiler

EsDeeKid

Intro

Okay

Yo, ayy

Chorus

Too much snow kid, coming like Canada

Got kush smoke all in me lungs, I'm running from plod, but I'm lacking the stamina

I'm whipping it smart, the NOS in me head got me gone, I can't fuck with the canister

No days off, I was plottin' with nothin', have money all over me calendar

In this game of life, you're an amateur

I'm an activist, three bells, and I'm up, sippin' Activis

Had to quit for a bit, but I'm back to this

I got told off once, and they slapped me wrist

I don't listen, I don't learn, I don't follow anyone's words

This Jabba's smoking, my Cali's potent, I'm steady sippin' on dirt

Bridge

I'm a stockpiler, got a top driver

Big chain, buss down, like a Rottweiler

I'm a stockpiler, got a top driver

Big chain, buss down, like a Rottweiler-weiler

Chorus

Too much snow kid, coming like Canada

Got kush smoke all in me lungs, I'm running from plod, but I'm lacking the stamina

I'm whipping it smart, the NOS in me head got me gone, I can't fuck with the canister

No days off, I was plottin' with nothin', have money all over me calendar

In this game of life, you're an amateur

I'm an activist, three bells, and I'm up, sippin' Activis

Had to quit for a bit, but I'm back to this

I got told off once, and they slapped me wrist

I don't listen, I don't learn, I don't follow anyone's words

This Jabba's smoking, my Cali's potent, I'm steady sippin' on dirt

Outro

Okay

3.11. Tartan

Tartan

Fimiguerrero & ReekzMB

Chorus: Fimiguerrero

Come 300 up like a Spartan (Gang)

Balenciaga in Tartan (Yee)

The waiter beggin' my pardon

I'm in Paris, La Mangerie, remember back home I was starvin' (Oui, o—)

I'm bad at math, I just charted (O—)

Can't let the opps rest in their casket (Okay)

Chorus: Fimiguerrero & EsDeeKid

Come 300 up like a Spartan

Balenciaga in Tartan (Yee)

The waiter beggin' my pardon

I'm in Paris, La Mangerie, remember back home I was starvin' (Yeah)

I'm bad at math, I just charted (Yeah, yeah)

Can't let the opps rest in their casket (Yeah; okay)

Chorus: Fimiguerrero

Come 300 up like a Spartan (Gang)

Balenciaga in Tartan (Yee)

The waiter beggin' my pardon

I'm in Paris, La Mangerie, remember back home I was starvin' (Oui)

I'm bad at math, I just charted

Can't let the opps rest in their casket (Okay)

Come 300 up like a Spartan (Gang)

Balenciaga in Tartan (Yee)

The waiter beggin' my pardon

I'm in Paris, La Mangerie, remember back home I was starvin' (Oui)

I'm bad at math, I just charted

Can't let the opps rest in their casket (Okay)

Outro

Okay