Sev Statik - Tunnel Rats

Cause I’m sick of it

This business, heh

We just gonna do it ourselves

Now what? And I hope you don’t like it

Sev Statik, a tunnel rat for the cause, not the applause

I’m doing world tours on a poor man’s plan

Because I’m called to deliver word po ballistics

Stick with your own kind when it comes to the mind

It’s a sad, sad situation for the movement to change the world

But pocket of hip-hop is vacant

I abort those who think they support my

Hip-hop fashion slash political magazines

And these DJs who merely gyrate what’s hot for now

free wax from the same heads in the underground who doubt

I see it down here too

Just a few posses and cliques involved in politics

Some even sound tight, fresh on the mic

They got us all tricked

The double-crossed, slapped twice with a crucifix

I agree sending out promos is one way to go

Just show me some love like my name was by a beat though

This joint is for those who press and promote they own product

About five bucks a play

It’s eight bucks for the tape, a few more for the CD

Full effort EP released independently, yeah

Carry the torch on stages for the true emcees

They call him (Sev Statik, from the live)

You know the name though he play the game independently

They call him (Sev Statik, from the live)

No dotted lines or dollar signs could change his mind

He’s (Sev Statik, from the live)

Been sworn to rep the art in its truest form

(Sev Statik, from the live)

So what you mean, man?

You want my vinyl and cassette for free?

For this I bleed burgundy but y’all knuckles think you agree

That’s pitiful dawg, sound like I’m getting ripped off

Cough up the shipping and handling, stop panhandling

That’s an extra cost, y’all often overlook

So keep a mind before you ask for mine

But I hope you come up out your pocket with that request

Unless rejection is something you wanna digest

Invest back into hip-hop, that’s the way you should be

Rep for these DJs worldwide

And we emcees who stayed up late at night

Developing verbal techniques on mics with Spiderman vision

Focusing on websites to get the word out

Without waiting for a release date

Stumping bootleggers they stay killing my tape

Cause I receive e-mails every day that could say

«Can I get a promo wax? I’m a DJ. I make mixtapes»

«I got a radio show. I’ll put you in rotation on my station

It’ll give you daps in my location»

Yeah, whatever man

Carry the torch on stages for the true emcees

They call him (Sev Statik, from the live)

You know the name though he play the game independently

They call him (Sev Statik, from the live)

No dotted lines or dollar signs could change his mind

He’s (Sev Statik, from the live)

Been sworn to rep the art in its truest form

(Sev Statik, from the live)

I wanna hear some gems drops before conscious raps, no catch

No strings attached, no dance acts

Unless these cats is uprocking with Adidas

Feed us truth, no lies over breaks

Jazz loops and dope lines

A disciple of Christ, blessin' mics worldwide

I spit a blessed text to keep you rest so I can baptize a enterprise

While you compromise the integrity of hip-hop

Listen, my audience is built in

Underground from the ground down, beat scavengers

Mic grabbers, breakers and pain rappers

My man Dirty Dert, he knows what it means to be fresh

Don’t gotta get the dough right, just get the mic check

One two, suffer for my art, suffer for my faith

I’m here to minister, not to entertain

So take your soft-porn videos and rap songs

And get to get sucker, be gone

Carry the torch on stages for the true emcees

They call him (Sev Statik, from the live)

You know the name though he play the game independently

They call him (Sev Statik, from the live)

No dotted lines or dollar signs could change his mind

He’s (Sev Statik, from the live)

Been sworn to rep the art in its truest form

(Sev Statik, from the live)