Interlude by Tunnel Rats Lyrics
[Verse 1: Knows]
Underground rise
Up above the ground, level bound ties
Use not abuse, never settle for a size
Keep growing but knowing it's blowing up to the skies
When heavenly the devil leaves underground rise
Up above the ground, level bound ties
Use not abuse, never settle for a size
Keep growing but knowing it's blowing up to the skies
When heavenly the devil leaves
Seems so masterful the way they craft the wickedness
They missed the business in listeners but let me know
Cause I'm just saying though and throwing out scenarios
On what you're preparing for
Why you think they call me Knows?
Unstoppable a team of work ethic machines
With tracks laid on a lean where truth powers the steam
Yet it steams we still caught in a stream
Amongst jokers and thieves, know not son believe
[Verse 2: Propaganda]
Don't get it twisted
Emcees getting enlisted and sadistic
Swearing that they got it but they missed it
Won't listen, manufacturing ambitions in eight-bar intervals
Your mind minuscule
One wrong thought dropped up in the thinking tank
Made the pool ripple infinite
Admit it, they meant it
Simple soul controlled by the power of sadistics
Spit from parched lips like they different from the norm
It ain't righteousness, just a mutated form
Underground rise
Up above the ground, level bound ties
Use not abuse, never settle for a size
Keep growing but knowing it's blowing up to the skies
When heavenly the devil leaves underground rise
Up above the ground, level bound ties
Use not abuse, never settle for a size
Keep growing but knowing it's blowing up to the skies
When heavenly the devil leaves
Seems so masterful the way they craft the wickedness
They missed the business in listeners but let me know
Cause I'm just saying though and throwing out scenarios
On what you're preparing for
Why you think they call me Knows?
Unstoppable a team of work ethic machines
With tracks laid on a lean where truth powers the steam
Yet it steams we still caught in a stream
Amongst jokers and thieves, know not son believe
[Verse 2: Propaganda]
Don't get it twisted
Emcees getting enlisted and sadistic
Swearing that they got it but they missed it
Won't listen, manufacturing ambitions in eight-bar intervals
Your mind minuscule
One wrong thought dropped up in the thinking tank
Made the pool ripple infinite
Admit it, they meant it
Simple soul controlled by the power of sadistics
Spit from parched lips like they different from the norm
It ain't righteousness, just a mutated form