Big Shame, Synth Static,
PJ Caps on the boards
Y 'all thought I wasn't gonna be here,
but I'm here right now
I'm a vagabond on sheets
so I can ink out these thoughts
To bring the cross across to a lost land
expand the issues of love now
so you fail how it is to live
something so real indeed
I was called to write
for the common man's cause
of course it was a gift
but a curse of use wrong
and that's why some still
live that same song
the notes ain't changed
and the pages are all torn
they were all warm but
still triangle pop
without bringing that real hip -hop
we got the formula all lock
in the key to respect
it don't stop y 'all we wrong
to come correct
Tunnel rap's a deep space 5,
co -incide in this MC
Right here, right now,
writing for the free and bound
Mobs for the kingdom is world,
we're now
What you know about that,
true underground
I'ma make this last,
so everyone is served
Give a calling to the world,
so it makes a turn
Feel the drum rhythm kick
while living this written word
Turn flesh, take aim and burn
I'ma make this last,
so everyone is served
Give a calling to the world,
so it makes a turn
Feel the drum rhythm kick
while living this written word
turn flesh take aim and burn
Well when we came out y
'all was making demos
holding on to weak ideas
You should have let go you wasn't doing shows
you was starting beef throwing dirt on my name
I put the word in the street.
You ain't see me at church
talking about Jesus saves
I was out on the block
a witness to his name
from New York to LA back to the 518
We strapped with the rhymes you hate,
sick with the lies you make
You never looked through the
window of art we gave
Stuck us in the basement,
then stole from our name
We took a break,
just to get the business straight
But snakes quickly dug us a grave
And then turned away with all of y 'all
Hoping and praying, played out in vain
You should've stopped writing raps
Or rather stayed out the game
So close your trap if you ain't
Say enough, I'm posit ive
Get at me to the grill if you don't
like the way I'm dropping it
I'ma make this last,
so everyone is served
Give a calling to the world
so it makes a turn
Feel the drum rhythm kick
while living this written word
Turn flesh, take aim and burn
I'ma make this last
so everyone is served
Give a calling to the world
so it makes a turn
Feel the drum rhythm kick
while living this written word
Turn flesh, take aim and burn
I have to redefine my lifestyle
we all used to know
Get up on this microphone
and let the world see how we grow
Sowing up seeds eternally blessed
Let me intercede for a second of time,
we like to rhyme for a purpose
Let my heart loose,
set the stage
for a brand new crew
I'm from the five, one, eight,
watch me manifest my love
And show you where I'm from,
reppin' these Arbor Hill streets
Where growin' up wasn't sweet,
it was no different
The Bronx, a BK to Queens, so it seems
We gotta live for the mo ment
to return it to
The sender, the lender,
who gave birth to you
In this universe of constant change
Lookin' to affect lives, not jockin' fame
The next minute isn't promised,
so there's no wasted time
Like my man JB, seize the moment,
make it mine
I'ma make this last,
so everyone is served
Give a call into the world,
so what makes a turn?
Feel the drum rhythm kick
while living this written word
Turn flesh, take aim and burn
I'ma make this last,
so everyone is served
Give a call into the world,
so what makes a turn?
Feel the drum rhythm kick
while living this written word
Turn flesh, take aim and burn
Foes can't get along,
some can't write a song
Critics always get it wrong,
rock to the break of dawn
Foes can't get along,
some can't write a song
Critics always get it wrong,
rock to the break of dawn
Tunnel Rats 
