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letra de mission pen possible - tunnel rats

[intro]
you have been chosen for a mission
it can only be you
your training and experience has made this possible

[verse 1]
i’ve gotten my powers through countless hours in the bas-m-nt
so just face it, my replacement is just too much
for the amateurs who manage to damage
everything that we’ve given to ya’ll
all who hear the call, nah we won’t fall off
we don’t stall, keep it moving, see we proving
we doing whatever it takes
with the pen, any mission is possible
just listen in to the music we make
see my life is nothing but a word in which god creates

[verse 2]
rocking non-stop and popping and unlocking the marred visions
they’re sneaking up on people tweaking, seeking cause god missing
the deacons want heated speaking on weekends, we’ll not listen
by leaking this pen, it’s making it possible for our mission
but look, they tryin’ to get [?] overstepping your time zone
while you’re sitting there talking, i’ll be rocking your inner rhyme dome
claiming no god but dert made eyes [?]
you gotta be blind homes
sn-tched by his perfection cause you are blessed [?] by the first line [?]

[interlude]
this mission is not to be taken lightly
others have tried but failed
the infiltration, domination and legitimizing of this music
we’ve always been looked upon as no threat, but no longer
if they won’t give it, then we’ll take it

[verse 3]
i speak a street slang way whenever i’m given a chance
and catch these words way out of line, they finna dance
dance an alphabet, spelling out fresh as well as [?]
could sling a verb for all the heads since about 13, i balled
but hey dude, you just way too street, that’s what i heard
and i suppose cause i learned the dirt from them west covina curbs
and i been catching resistance since i first started way back
cause the fact is young cats’ll let them suckers know they wack

[verse 4]
genetically engineered by god to spit lyrical venom
now there’s a stain in my genes but won’t fade out like denim
i’m making weapons with words and sentences
when i’m penning, i’m murdering tracks with adrenaline
now i’m a lyrical felon, that’s my third offense
i’m facing a life imprisonment but i’ll be out in less than eight bars
now doubt if i’m [?]
shakespeare’s equivalent young black and militant vigilant
isn’t it funny how pens make the impossible limitless

[interlude]
if you choose to accept this mission, they will deny you
you will be heartbroken, lied to, backstabbed, hated, misunderstood
if you choose to accept this mission, you will work hard
you will die unappreciated

[verse 5]
check this out
you see, i never forgot it when i was first told it
or when i was first misquoted
got too hot for me to hold it, i wrote it on eight stars
forced a lifetime into eight bars
in a matter of eight days, i died eight different ways
that’s four eights and thirty-two scars
but after eight seconds p-ss, i forget about it
and go on to the next complex mission
seeing as though i’m a missionary on text
a visionary with bounced checks
still old for the last rendition but now in a better position to collect

[verse 6]
ink flowing from this regiment
pen all the fine negligence of supposedly heaven sent
men running your residence since [?] seconds, who knows it?
[?] become an explosive mechanism to wreck corrosive
restoring a land of respect, reconcile
representive of rhythmic roller coaster
i don’t refuse to be ripping repet-tive rhyming ridiculous reaching the peak
while your canvas gets sanded, the savage opposite amateurs
[?] manage your path while dropping you back [?]

[outro]
it can only be you
you can’t see it? you’re our last hope
go and take it. it’s rightfully ours
and don’t bother telling n-body
they won’t understand
this message will self-destruct in two seconds

…pretty dope. it’s a pretty dope idea. i mean, i really couldn’t see the vision when i was first told about it, but now that everybody’s here and we’ve laid down some stuff, you know, it’s love

- tunnel rats

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