T.R.'z - Tunnel Rats

I feel like David must’ve felt standing before Goliath

But it’s 2001, check it out

I pull a pistol out my pocket and I cocked it

Back and aimed it at your eye sockets

Y’all can watch us rock it

Ain’t no future tryna block it, you ain’t gon' stop it

I held it 'til it got too hot and had to drop it

Gave y’all a chance to enhance the game

Left you five years ago and y’all still sound the same

Sitting hearing you complain how you’re money ain’t right

How you can’t find a decent deal but how you died on the mic

Gospel rap don’t give you fame, you ain’t gon' get rich

Try the world and couldn’t hang, you figured you’d switch

But God ain’t gon' bless that, hear what I’m sayin'

You should’ve learned from the, you thought I was playin'

While y’all was hip-hop or prayin', we were digging in crates

Perfectin' the art of rap while Dert perfected the breaks

Life’s a game of give or take, I couldn’t choose to be wack

God gave y’all a chance and told us to take it back

Ay, we start lokin' up when the mic open up

Soaking up rays of LA summer days

A mic master, party crasher in your sector

Check the level quick, turn the bass down, I got resonance

I’m in your residence, so call me the ruler

Man, I got all the right measurements to school ya

Type to see right through ya

Tell me do you even know yourself

If so probably not well, see folks I can tell

Would you steal and kill from those who will prevail

With abilities to hit the hammer on the nail

And still hopefully not get derailed

Without a face or spine, don’t waste my time

Y’all know the name, it’s all the same

The Rats have been gone, still on top of the game

Still at the after-party watching the people move they body

Reminiscing on days of La-Di-Da-Di

Y’all do the talkin', we’ll do the walkin'

If you lay in the rubble of the bombs that we droppin'

Nah, they ain’t gon' stop it, we movin'

Club and the cruising

The TRz are the crews the people choosin'

Yo they never listen to that, never learn

We bring the rain but they prefer to get burned

So let’s raise the heat 'stead of blaze the concrete

Keep them banging their heads just tryna stay on their feet

'Til the night turns to day or music won’t play

Or voice gives way, 'cause Tunnel Rats will never fade

We came from the path, New Breed made to last

So y’all better learn and y’all better learn fast

Pin y’all up against the wall, man don’t move

Your crew is pancake and they can’t

Rock instrumentals the way we do so stop the music

Speak life, dang right we paid our dues in abundance

We loving the way God gave us this whole game back

Never front, Tunnel Rats so watch for many things to change

Class is in session and we soon to call out names

Man, whether I’m blowing up stages, rocking on curbs

Bumpin' in your stereo till neighbors are disturbed

I’mma be found guilty of spreading the Word

Yo it’s the uncut, uncensored unadulterated

Product of the power of Gospel, it’s cuss-created

And though some will hate it, hate is too overrated

They hated Jesus even though He was true, true

They hate us cause we free the minds of the youth

In fact, they hate the Rats cause we tighten the noose

And left the wack crews hangin' while they fiend for the juice

T.R.'z we are those who set the bar

Higher, retire if you not up to par

We’ve come much too far to change who we are

While y’all shapeshift and facelift and still can’t make it

T.R.'z we are those who set the bar

Higher, retire if you not up to par

We’ve come much too far to change who we are

While y’all shapeshift and facelift and still can’t make it

It is madness

When I see that punks be killing what we work so very hard for

Got your world spun off its axis

But we taking too long, now I can’t ignore

All the junk that you spoke, you’re hanging by your own rope

Knotted by the twisted ties of lies you wish and you hope

We wouldn’t come back this hard, believe it’s hard to come back

If not us, then who will be the crew you attack?

Rookies!

I split the sky and deep sand with my slang blarin'

Spread life on barren page cause it’s blatantly apparent

In a messed up industry where most concerned with looks

We center laced a message invested in rap books, hooks

I never fade since I left eleventh grade

My pens and pad been laid and my bed’s been made

Stayed with it though sometimes the question exit slips

But it’s not loud enough to make the record skip

So don’t trip

Y’all know the name, it’s all the same

The Rats have been gone, still on top of the game

Still at the after-party watching the people move they body

Reminiscing on days of La-Di-Da-Di

Y’all do the talkin', we’ll do the walkin'

If you lay in the rubble of the bombs that we droppin'

Nah, they ain’t gon' stop it, we movin'

Club and the cruising

The TRz are the crews the people choosin'