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Tunnel Rats - How We Get Down
(from the album Underground Rise)
© copyright R. Ortega, J. Petty, E. Van Cleiff J. Velez, C. Cemple D. Baker

Hook
We command respect others demand eject when it comes to comparing the flow.
But we ain't even gonna get down to how we get down, ain't no comparing when it comes to rockin shows/
We command respect others demand eject when it comes to comparing the flow/
But we ain't even gonna get down to how we get down, it's so apparrent my people already know.

In twenty years press rewind and my lyrics a legacy left behind/
You won't remember my face but you'll remember my rhyme/
Out of my heart my mouth speaks/
I pray speech will enthuse you/
I use urban intelligence so words never lose you/
Still pay close attention and I'll mention your thoughts and midway through parables you'll find yourself caught up in a rapture.
I trapped ya heads with words said/
Now that I struck a cord I'll tell you how the Lord bled/
Blood red until the very last drop shed/
Left for dead until the day He resurrected/
But still neglected at mic checks cross the globe/
From the tunnel we emerge a New Breed brighter than strobe with the flow/
So when they get excited at shows /
You realize the reason for my hype ain't dough/
You can scratch off the list clothes, flows and hoe's 'cause even hip-hop ain't got the power to save souls/

Hook
We command respect others demands eject when it comes to comparing the flow.
But we ain't even gonna get down to how we get down, ain't no comparing when it comes to rockin shows/
We command respect others demand eject when it comes to comparing the flow/
But we ain't even gonna get down to how we get down, its so apparent my people already know.

Propaganda
You could bring your tightest rappa’
Resurrect the whole earth,
And face it. No solar system found can embrace it.
Look into the eyes of a, tight rhyme facility.
Represent his presence and never a facsimile
Better yet my similes knockin ‘out philistines
Silly you feelin’ we quit playin’ it cool
Skip heat rocks across the record pool my crew
Let it be known the rats left your microphone blown

[Big Rec]
Passionate activists/ we’re advocates of truth accurately aiming above average/ just to activate the youth/ in actuality actions are far from simply acts/ beyond the happenstance of fiction, we’re bringing the facts/ Don’t get mad at me rapping, B/ just imagine me rapidly detaching the spirit from these wack emcees speaking blasphemy/ it has to be/ done with excellence that’s why we’re sick with the steel/ MASS REALITY, we stick to the real

Griffin
Keep a tight reign on ya tongue/you brothas are dumb/
prone to wack line reciting but believe that we come
to make an appeal/that many really ain’t gonna feel/
and probably kill/behind the scenes where gossip is real/
I’ve had it but still/I bring like an addict on pills/
breaking cold sweats until my mind has a good fill/I’m rappin to build/
with no one but the cats who are ill/
blow ya mindset wit nothing but dramatical skill

HOOK

Elsie
It's spelled E.L.S.I.E.
you can try and define me
don't step to me blindly
at 5' 3 I be
the one you can't miss
the one spittin' the hits
with the crew that never quits
we gets to the bottom of the hole
to emerge and explode
in a whole new terror
with little to no error
tell me who could do it better
than these rats from the east to the west
we were born clever

Sev
So I keep stepping on/
Keep repping strong/
With the second chance I was given I’m living for the Lord/
Oh my I reside in beats and breaks I never flake on my calling in this life of high stakes/
I’m strictly out for perfection no need to impress the globe/
You might forget the name but the heart is well known/
Sowing a new seed with my hands to the plow/
Like windows in a storm my opponents are shut down/

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