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Who wanna catch a whirlwind,
experience verbal defacement?
See first hand the barbaric
method of your replacement
And feel this raw pathogen flex, it's
God's wrath in the flesh
Nowhere to run but on back to your set
Go break the news about the tunnel rat rain
Go tell your dogs about
the muzzle that we brought
To shut him up in this game
Our pieces completed the puzzle
Y 'all was lacking and lost an act up in it
Now y haters asking what's happening
as broad as the road where y 'all
lost sight of progression
no foolin' a younger student
who's ridin' his profession
bent back, leavin' bad tracks
to show you how I'm steppin'
I see what you be plottin',
all your evil intentions
I like a stench that's tickin'
off all the residents in
Whittier
and breedin' ruckus up in defiance,
cause they ain't feelin' ya
I'm tryin' hard to maintain a
positive way of spittin'
but it seems every year
these rappers are gettin' sillier
they never stop showin'
their numerous inabilities
they hate for how we do it and what
they wax in liliquids
I'm aimin' for the ones who come
weak with they delivery
and I'll persist whether or not
you folks agree with me
Man, if you're walking,
talk light, y 'all know the rest
If it don't describe you much,
love, be blessed
Nobody's perfect, we confess
Everybody's got room to grow, for sure
Yo, I break through barriers
I'm a time traveler
I shun the wicked and kick it
Amongst those who flip lyrics unscripted
I'm amongst the gifted
Heard the spirit and drifted
Three thousand miles to the west
I don't sleep, I rest
Every breath is a testament to my testimony
If you don't know me,
don't slow me down
Unless you my brother trying
to cover me with wisdom
You my enemy in this system
on his road to perdition
I'm a heaven sent intervention
for these cats who love rap
The fact remains they can't
hear us on the radio station
My occupation is hard worker
My inspiration is I got a lot to learn
I won't retire
I pray the
Lord carries and carries
me in a chariot of fire
Cause if we walk and talk right
we're gonna get blessed
With the light we rock mics
tryna be the best
I guess some parts are hard to digest
But some really make it their
quest to the test
It's only natural we're
gonna be misunderstood
I sat and thought about that old question tube
I let it get to me the way that it does
To the point where I can't focus
Which was getting to be the case
But because of his love
I'm living proof of grace
Makes me recall all of those
Who chose to listen with an open mind
Never spoon -fed
I read between the lines and said
What I thought but not what I felt
I rolled with the punches
Played whatever chords I was dealt,
knelt down at the altar
Built foundation on the rock, but not
Gibraltar
Much stronger on the long road path
With the ride and my staff
and red paragraphs
They keep me on track through
the highs and the lows
I let the f*** fill the void
and I'm out drunk
You
Tunnel Rats 
