True Underground - Tunnel Rats

I reproduce the truth — I reinvent the wheel

I introduce the youth to music

Beautiful gift to uplift for those who would choose it

I refuse to abuse the ears of my peers

I’m enthused by those crew’s who don’t bow down to fear

Year after year

I pour out the very essence of my soul it unfolds in the form of a literary

work of art

My motto is ignore the charts

'Cause I stop the music to hear God whisper in the wind

I’m wishing I could be a kid again

But still got the fire of a New Breed

I bleed for what I believe

I wanna be rich

But I can’t concede

And man I want to make hits but I can’t believe

What they sayin it’s gon take to make it in this industry

Many a man in this ministry has fallen from his calling

Due to that all purpose burning desire for ballin but

I forfeit diamonds and gold

Just to share with the world the greatest story ever told and if that makes me

underground then so be it

I’m free from it

I don’t need it

I proceed with an army of soldiers marchin to the drum

I represent the Lord and I represent where I’m from

Not for radio (the beats the rhymes)

Not for video (the streets the heart)

Fighting for the freedom of the underground (I spoke the truth when nobody else

would)

I can’t sell my soul (the truth the word)

I can’t lose my sound (the love the art)

Fighting for the freedom of the underground (I spoke the truth when nobody else

would)

It’s been too many years to stop now how you gonna claim you underground,

I ain’t seen you around I don’t recognize your face but i recognize you style

I heard yours before but it’s only ½ as raw you hear that knock at your door

the fatal response to all your little questions and taunts, you can test if you

want but my ankles are anchored 20 feet deep i ain’t as soft as you thought

homey, now peep we stay in touch with the streets we stay in touch with the

beats we keep on touchin the weak cause they got nothin we need and when we

exchange heat, we only bleed when we gotta bleed every man must concede you

can’t conceive what we gotta see all my clientele is hurtin' going through Hell

and in the true underground you gotta know that turf well

Not for radio (the beats the rhymes)

Not for video (the streets the heart)

Fighting for the freedom of the underground (I spoke the truth when nobody else

would)

I can’t sell my soul (the truth the word)

I can’t lose my sound (the love the art)

Fighting for the freedom of the underground (I spoke the truth when nobody else

would)