Tunnel Bound Songtext
von Mood

I cant believe that it′s real
Cant believe that it's real
Cant believe that it′s real
The resurrector of essentials
Invading over mad instrumentals
Creating mind travel with a patent pistol
My crews turn around sneaking through the corridor of sight
Moon journey on to the next life
My crew's tunnel bound dealing with the spiritual
I mainly write to ignite all types of lyrical
Vivid type images inside the mind as scriptures underline
Vexed with my text clown
Here's the real
Satan tried to make me a deal
Too real
For my skills in American bills
Dollar signs on my mind
Got me wanting to do the ill
I′m God blessed
Hit the sets and chill


But still the devil lurk
I seen that bastard in my fucking shirt
That made my soul hurt
And made the situation worse
So confused like a male dyke
Can′t even spell right
The devil turned my days into hell lights
So I turned to God
Like a knob in his ear like a swab
You got to help him get my soul robbed
I'm solely yours
Battling these holy wars
I′m like Bazaar
Use the tongue as the mighty sword
I seen the dark side
Rigid in the sharp side
Evil be flowing
Through my people like apartheid
Let it be written
No, let it be said, the day you was born
Started the countdown to being dead
Nothing more, nothing less
The time in between don't mean jack
If you ain′t got your soul blessed
So hit the cess and pray to God he manifests
I'm all factual and natural like cannabis
Lyrical analyst, hardest of the panelists
Underground evangelist
Christmas should be Santa-less, Santa′s paws
Same as Satan's claws, rewardin' evil with evil
That′s the sequel to The Final Call
Nigga please, fuck the devil and his cheese
I ain′t sellin' my soul, fill my spirit up with bullet holes
That′s like me and erasin' me and civilization ends
With every soul left chasin′ limbs
The resurrector of essentials
Invading over mad instrumentals
Creating mind travel with a patent pistol
My crews turn around sneaking through the corridor of sight
Moon journey on to the next life
My crew's tunnel bound dealing with the spiritual
I mainly write to ignite all types of lyrical
Vivid type images inside the mind as scriptures underline
Vexed with my text clown
Ain′t it ill to shit from the movies 'coming real
Get a gun and kill
Go make a hundred mil
Every nigga and his mammy, yelling bout the dollar bill
But it's only paper still, why they frontin′ wasted skills
Perpetrating deals secret society seals
On every dollar bill from Santa Cruz to College Hill
It′s global Styles X out for my vocals
Damn it
He might spread panic
Through the locals
Contain me
Quickly
Convict him don't arraign me
Eventually they wanna try to mentally hang me
A drastic change
Like acid rain
I sealed your plastic brain
With my mastic cane
You ain′t alive, didn't survive that fatal dive
You resurrected death, I snatched you, they don′t rise
Born at eight oh six but died at eight oh five
They don't lie when they glide, drop bombs, fatal scars
They don′t ride, but still they trained to kill tribes
Moon representin' transmittin' ill vibes
The resurrector of essentials
Invading over mad instrumentals
Creating mind travel with a patent pistol
My crews turn around sneaking through the corridor of sight
Moon journey on to the next life
My crew′s tunnel bound dealing with the spiritual
I mainly write to ignite all types of lyrical
Vivid type images inside the mind as scriptures underline
Vexed with my text clown
Clientele on the blocks well
Some niggas inhaled the cocktails
And went to jail for crop sales
Undercovers not dwell
In the cities where the cops dwell
I build a shop where I can stock else
No one can stop trails
Nor venture hot to unlock drop mail
Or enter knocked after they plots failed
A lot excelled a lot nailed
Rotting in hell from forgotten sales
And stop bells
Above all the judge call who runs law
Seesaws up in the justice hall
Searching bars with just cause of sin fright
Discussing lives of large men to indict
Bloomin′ whites on bikes
Porsches and tights
Blockin' off streets with they forces at night
At every corner I sight
A cop of delight
A Roman Empire on top of my rights
The resurrector of essentials
Invading over mad instrumentals
Creating mind travel with a patent pistol
My crews turn around sneaking through the corridor of sight
Moon journey on to the next life
My crew′s tunnel bound dealing with the spiritual
I mainly write to ignite all types of lyrical
Vivid type images inside the mind as scriptures underline
Vexed with my text clown