I wake up every morning, scurry out of my nest Sniff around for scraps, hoping to find the best I'm out in the city, dodging cats and traps Where you never know if you'll be making it back So many different creatures that I come across I'm hardened and tough, and I don't give a rat's toss Squirrels, pigeons, humans, and dogs out on the street Got my senses on high alert, I won't be beat
Blood and guts, I'm used to it, it doesn't phase me I've seen a lot of horror, and it doesn't even faze me Bad smells all up in my nose, oh my Sometimes I gotta hold my breath, so I won't die Why don't I just move to the country, or find a mate But I can't resist the thrill of the city, I can't escape What a rat race, I don't wanna leave I'll make my mark with my claws and teeth, eye of the rat, I believe
Eye of the rat (this rat) Eye of the rat (this rat) I'll make my mark with my claws and teeth Eye of the rat, I believe.
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I wake up every morning, scurry out of my nest Sniff around for scraps, hoping to find the best I'm out in the city, dodging cats and traps Where you never know if you'll be making it back So many different creatures that I come across I'm hardened and tough, and I don't give a rat's toss Squirrels, pigeons, humans, and dogs out on the street Got my senses on high alert, I won't be beat
Blood and guts, I'm used to it, it doesn't phase me I've seen a lot of horror, and it doesn't even faze me Bad smells all up in my nose, oh my Sometimes I gotta hold my breath, so I won't die Why don't I just move to the country, or find a mate But I can't resist the thrill of the city, I can't escape What a rat race, I don't wanna leave I'll make my mark with my claws and teeth, eye of the rat, I believe
Eye of the rat (this rat) Eye of the rat (this rat) I'll make my mark with my claws and teeth Eye of the rat, I believe.
I guess it's not too late to find another niche (no) Always wished I would have died when I was 26 (ah) Laid up in the sheets with a honeydip Not a worry in my mind cause I quit Stress raps and sounds that make pounds and props Feelin' like I'm bound to these downtown blocks I don't know nobody guwap'd up I'm living in a trapped up in the city limits Every minute, lots of shit I never finished I don't even want a little smidgen All these critics try to tell me my music is a shitty gimmick Shit, I'm just spitting for the fuck of spitting I ain't worried about some idiots that caught up in the analytics Never liked the limelight, never was compatible Only press you getting outta Ugly is the lateral People too concerned with strictly adding up their capital But dollars are collapsible, so y'all ain't even rational But just to keep my motives in the open, never wanted no exposure Never needed to be noticed, never bothered with promotion, kept the photo out of focus The mental state was humble though the rhymes was brag-a-docious Wandered with my hoody up down narcissistic avenues Vastly captivated turned rapping into stacking loot But why pursue that gratitude if nothing is an absolute The aptitude is too acute to navigate my attributes (Yup) But I'm way too impatient to wait for stupid vacant disgraces to wake This the human race and y'all standing in place it's a waste It's the age of information and all the truth and all the lies Are just there for the taking The temporary and ancient, face it, you're basic Safe and complacent, you’ll never escape it Totally okay with being under surveillance This is not praising the foil hats Y'all are obvious monkeys, go crawl back to your bunkers And boil rats for your lunches Shit is too far out of your clutches Your protests and disruptions just confuse all the dunces Anyone with brain function already deduced all your hunches The sky's blue bitch, give me newer assumptions I'm in the Unabomber’s shack with a Buddha sack Cause the rap game's neutered and truly whack Cause rappers milk every last drop till their hooters flat Nursing off the same dead putrefied titty I don't remember tellin' you that you could ride with me
washing off the dust, like the first rains of the raining season and encircling rage and reason, we postponed our grieving but the rains, they never seem to come
