Who the f*ck is you
Don't got a team not a crew
Just my brother that's two
Don't got a blade not a tool
Little bit of camo when I move
Little bit of dirt on my boots
Hiding from the sun and moon
Locked inside this tomb
Locked inside this tomb
Hiding from the sun and moon
Locked inside this tomb
Hiding from the sun and moon
Toting a bag of the potent
Bust it open
It's outspoken
Always loud
Bringing me down
Facing a pound
Don't make a sound
Hell bound
Feeling oh so stuck
Bells pound
Grave is dug
Tunnel rat speak the truth
I hate you
Hate me too
It's not a competition
If it was you'd be missing
Think you hitting
Check your vision
You don't have a chance to face the rat
Fade to black
Face a pack
You trade a stack
For some plays
Thinking you found a way
How's that going
Is it working
Are you moving
See me lurking
And I'm looting
Your whole movement
Nothing of value
It's in ruins
Bitch I'm fluent
In the language of loosing
I'm undoing
Be less human
More translucent
Brewing all the hate that's inside me
Running with a rat
That's beside me
Lead me to the sewer
They guide me
Hiding in sludge
Come and find me