The Rat

[Lyrics to "The Rat" by Mezsiah]

[Intro]
Viñamata slay the tune aye
Waited long
Hate me now, I've said it all
Waited long
Waited long

[Verse 1]
There's a bust in the hill where a gun can't save ya
Hone your skills and affirm your behavior
This time it ain't 'bout progress or paper
Values, answers, question the language
Do what you can to diminish the angst
Tell me I'm different, but I'm still the same
Load your munition, focus the aim
Hope it's on cross you get hit my homie

[Chorus]
I restitute my loans
Debt paid for the cost of the throne
I rеveal lies, all-seeing eyе
Blessed my sight new receptors are conal
Rover, own chauffeur, Casanova
Boys get pressed in the hills when they're posing
Strapped in the hand for the thrills of exposure
I get lost when they call my homie

[Verse 2]
Off the dome
In the hills
Observations were made
Hind the chrome
We repealed the rules of the game
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you're saying
It's always the same
Always be the same shit your claiming
Staying in your lane is a pain for your ankles
Turn 'round in the grate where you'll be waiting on the angels
And ain't nobody coming here to save us
Ain't nobody gon' be having patience to save us
Fucking with the law
Ain't nobody crave us
Except they clashin' to put the beans in the bag

[Verse 3]
Hiding where you are
So they won't sit and be aweary on my end
Hold the wrath
Running up hold it up
Out of here
Waited long
Hate me now, I've said it all
Waited long
Waited long

[Chorus]
I restitute my loans
Debt paid for the cost of the throne
I reveal lies, all-seeing eye
Blessed my sight new receptors are conal
Rover, own chauffeur, Casanova
Boys get pressed in the hills when they're posing
Strapped in the hand for the thrills of exposure
I get lost when they call my homie

[Verse 4]
Remembering our olden days
We were golden
I remember how you changed your ways
Caught a case and kept
Exposing the faces of all of your kin
Should've stayed blind
Left all your grudges behind
Pressure's diminished by ruling your mind
Keeping your fealties in line
But the loyalty ain't what you're copping a band for
It's the royalty that you'll be hunting the clan for
Dreamt of a mansion
And above all you were craving attention
When the press came you were telling details

[Chorus]
I restitute my loans
Debt paid for the cost of the throne
I reveal lies, all-seeing eye
Blessed my sight new receptors are conal
Rover, own chauffeur, Casanova
Boys get pressed in the hills when they're posing
Strapped in the hand for the thrills of exposure
I get lost when they call my homie