Lyrics

[Intro] Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain [Verse 1] We animated through the mouth of mankind Far beyond the lines of perpetration lies my representation Through creation, words submerge and surge a sensation Similar to blazin' L's in a cipher My model's death to five (What?), the mastermind Sharper than a knife, quite parallel to trife A nigga's life simply too much to explain, full of drama and pain I maintain a straight force through the tunnels of brain Energy drains whenever my competitor's slain I try to blow up the spot likе Saddam Hussein Keep it real upon the play, intеllectual game We mix like weed and cocaine, burn kids with propane The sun can only shine after wet drops of rain The sun can only shine after wet drops of rain The sun can only shine after wet drops of rain Get all up in your brain, splash arteries and veins [Interlude] You nah' mean? [Verse 2] All my feelin' is rain, commence to pour with all the data I store Play that for sure, connect the cord and I'll be holdin' a sword Mic like Excalibur, while man compete, I just defeat the challenger Pull out your felon now, my case just stays the style that I created Navigated the way that I included Booted soldiers recruited, keep the night time polluted While verbs antagonize herbs, it's baggin our swerve We Camelot, got the lance, bless you in advance Take a look, glance son, I'm in my buffalo stance Here's your chance, protect, you're havin a neck to wreck As I enhance the spinal chord, vinyl tore the ligaments Niggas went in the zone when I blessed the phone, no lie Stimulated off the thai, put the red in your eye You so high with your head in the sky Lookin' down on fake niggas, blurry vision makes incisions critical Now you ridicule, what? Let's dispute it (Pow) Hard times can make you wanna grab the pistol piece of shootin' Launch it but lets the pain through the brain when it rains [Verse 3] Now we formulate, label of the niggas try to duplicate Let set the record straight, L's the great mass murderer Slash verbalist, I go the distance Existence on a planet fabricates without assistance It's senseless, too many MC's are wannabees I wanna please all overseas to make a hundred G's I know the steez, M.I.C.'s I grip and rip to pieces Attackin' all the wack men, yo that made my thesis I flow for forty days and forty nights like Jesus Christ I'm nice, rippin' the mic device, I slice with precision Focus your decision with no hesitation Get in you like we know vacation Between the two of us, I see no relation but we share the same profession I'm stressin' throughout the session, you fall The Headtoucha call, bless y'all with one brawl Mic status apparatus just stalled, you lucked out (Word) Without a doubt (Haha)