Lyrics

Tunnel
By Killa Skrapps


[Verse 1: The Phenom]
The ish I spit is real cause I never been a poser
When gate keeper meet key master I?ll be Gozer
And stay puft contemplating pay stub subtraction
Life can be way rough when you?re missing all the action
You gotta get up get out with out a doubt keep pressing
I?m on the right track moving forward not regressing
Eagerly expressing the lesson that must be taught
Like a rope giving no slack it can?t be bought
We?ve all sought the prize with our eyes peeled wide
Wondering if we gon make it through to see the other side
I?ll pursue it I can do it cause I?m easy flowing fluid
Marry me to success like Lonestar to a Druid
Is it spaced out to chase your pipe dream
I don?t think so realistically it?s closer than it might seem
Just keep a tight seam never fall apart
To make it to the finish line first you gotta start

[Hook]
Tunnel oh tunnel of light
Tell me are you chillin on the left or the right
Is there a fork in the road up ahead
Help me make it out with the hair on my head
Tunnel oh tunnel of fate
Can I get some entry or was I a little late
Is there an opening or flaw on either side
Is there an open sesame that I have never tried


[Verse 2: Grubot 2044]
Down to take a shortcut I sort what I?m dealt
Never hiding aces in the spaces neath my nano belt
Use the exo instead to tread the track to Shangri-La
I?m saying hi because I try not to get angry
Patience is a virtue they say
But I want the riches now so you can keep your old cliché
I cannot stray but I am proper on the point
Will there be disciples of hip hop left for to anoint
The Skrapps with honey lacing traps with money
But I do not bite at the bait
Cause the paths less chosen make the fearful frozen
But we shall not break our gait
Gaiting trotting and forever plotting moves
I steer with my ear cause it?s great at spotting grooves
Should I keep the two swords out or place them on the shelf
Why am I pondering here I?ll ask the fertile road itself

[Hook]

[Verse 3: The Phenom and Grubot 2044]
P to the H to the E to the Nom
If lyrics were a weapon then I guess I dropped the bomb
G to the R to the U to the Bot
Making copious use of the advances that I got
Bound for glory a story is unfolding
The future is not set in stone it?s made for molding
Like clay each day is all potential
Have to the see the world that way it is essential
You make your own fate and hoe your own road
And lie in beds made reaping what you have sowed
The king of concrete consequence I should've had some common sense
And saved it for the trip before I gone intense I?m on a fence
Focus and function at that junction of many tracks
Now a days they?re barely pressing any wax, a penny tax
On thoughts is too much I threw touch but now
I?ll take the avenue through as far as it?ll allow
There?s a ceiling I?m feeling it?s set too low
We are raising rhyming bars so high it?s gonna blow
In this land of thoughtless heathens come reasons to hope
You your friends your block the world we?re widening the scope

[Hook: 2x]

[Outro]