Rain Blood

Lyrics

[Hook: Megalon] Blood came from the drug game, scrub the bloodstains from the rug Love pain for the thug names slugging the brain of a judge Let it rain blood 'cause that's the same judge that shackled chained thugs Black crew, main love was rapping dangerous Two claps to those cats who dangerous, holding the same grudge Natural bangers, too black, too famous, rain blood Rain blood (Rain blood), rain blood (Rain blood, rain blood) (Rain blood, rain blood, rain blood, rain blood) [Verse 1: Megalon] X marks Your stupid shit, I shot your heart with the dart of cupid shit Started to Luger shit, rhyming cap retarded, cute shit. Twenty-two Roof shit. Take two sips. A rap fiend addicted to The music, ready to lose it, kicking strictly true shit You bring a gun? Then buck that. What you gonna do, bitch? When I said, "Prove it," you didn't do shit—no excuses I'll scrap 'til the end, go home with bumps and bruises I'm getting sick and tired of young punks with Lugers Gun in the trunk. Punk, I brought y'all bazookas Peace to all the losers, peace to all the troopers, little man Movers, hand-to-hand doers. Fake niggas wanna Shoot us, but you just walk past In you army fatigues—we got mad of these, Avirexes like Casualties. I need an army with trees. Twenty-two Paint their panties. Pay their penny, Tommy, you're deep. Police Mayday, mayday, word to mommy and my CD's beats To all the grimy, Tommy grimy indeed. You try me You're trying to see jaw lighting with speed Every day, I look Black Geezus in the face. He wasn't A devil, he was an angel standing in one place, bleeding From place where you could see it—one in the waist, one in The face. You're watching movies, turn around and wanna beat it Don't believe it. You won't achieve it—I can see it. You can see That I'ma tell you three things, then I'ma leave it. No hesi- -tation, nigga, peep it. Watch who you hang with and be with The nation is defeated—Revelations, nigga, read it 'cause in The Last Days, The Beast is gonna come arrest this nation I'm in arrest, waiting, under investigation. Police Talk about me. Paid lawyer? It had to be. Fake Judge said, "You got a G." I had a G, earn a decent Salary, got the Long Beach Precinct mad at me, thirty-three G's on my head, dirty D.T.'s nabbing me Forced arrest, grabbing me, nightsticks stabbing me, but I ain't Having me getting fucked up by a battery Backs fake, police fatality, stay mad at me, it had to be The saddest day of their life when a cop died It was the gladdest day of my life, and it's even more trife. Every- -thing they say in the night, and they don't pray right, and when He died, my mans pissed on his gravesite, prayed on His wife in broad daylight, he fucked the broad the same night Now that's a goddamn shame, right? When you send Me mail in jail, spell my goddamn name right. I vi- -sualized a bunch of crippled guys telling crazy new lies I'm telling stories about the baby-blue eyes, police That's bombing ya, the dough, I'm only telling true lies Looking through the eyes of Bob Marley, watching buddha rise, rain Blood (Rain blood (Rain blood), rain blood), rain Blood (Rain blood (Rain blood), rain blood) [Hook: Megalon] The blood Came from the drug game, scrub the bloodstains from the rug Love pain for the thug names slugging the brain of a judge, and let it Rain blood 'cause that's the same judge that shackled chained thugs Black crew, main love was rapping dangerous Two claps to those cats who dangerous, holding the same grudge Natural bangers, too black, too famous, rain blood Rain blood (Rain blood), rain blood (Rain blood) Rain blood (Rain blood). Tommy Gunn [Verse 2: Megalon] Turn off The Luger. I'll rock rap, every move'll bruise ya. Cock Back your German Luger, miss, and I'll return to shoot ya, slugs Burning through your chest, through your vest, through your flesh. Buddha Blessed, staying true for test, gun smoke like a buddhafest Through your vest. Three to nine rhymes we design free the mind Over self-confidence, the sequel of being blind Earth Day, September, shrimp dinner. November, see me In the winter. December, you see me and you drop dead, red Three-and-a-quarter ripped. I'm baptized, my daughter watched the water drip Playing the game that's out of order, knocking off a quarter brick So far, better me and no one together, rocking golds and leather Holding letters, frozen cheddar, rolling in a stolen Jetta Reclining. Fashion designer crying Relying on buying. Eyeing, we're marching off to Zion, mastered The art of rhyming, perfect timing, shining like a diamond, try and Drop a diamond. 1999, a nigga dying 'cause in The Last Days, The Beast is gonna come arrest this nation I'm in arrest, waiting, under investigation. Police Talk about me. Paid lawyer? It had to be. Fake Judge said, "You got a G." I had a G, earn a decent Salary, got the Long Beach Precinct mad at me, thirty-three G's on my head, dirty D.T.'s nabbing me Forced arrest, grabbing me, nightsticks stabbing me, but I ain't Having me getting fucked up by a battery Backs fake, police fatality, stay mad at me, it had to be The saddest day of their life when a cop died Hahahaha