i'll take 7 emcees, put 'em in a line,nshoot 'em, and sell their clothes to get my wisdom teeth pulled...nnslug:nfrom here on out i'm grabbin' these rappers by their fates,nand throwin' their destinies out into that lake.nand as the earth shakes and as the snakes eat,ni found my birthplace on top of that break beat.nthe beat breaks while i drink a red stripe to get my head right,nmaybe put some life into this dead mic.nyou fuckers got nerve, you lost between the mold and the mildew.neven if you spit that verse with bullets and tits, i wouldn't feel you.nthis plant can't grow without the nurturing and nutrients,nso on i carry between the aryans and nubians.nholdin' a handful of that minnesota pork,nand if i ever blow up, i wanna fuck bjork.nlet it rain, let it rain,nlet the water run off of the brain.nlet the drops hit my shoulders and leave permanent stains.nlet one solo drip touch my heart to symbolize what it contains.nrestrain these thoughts that stay locked in my darkside,nlet the bumper hit the pavement, pull away and let the sparks fly.nlet the children have reason to laugh,ninstead of needing the craftways and passages to see their last days.nnsole:nas far as me and wild animals are concerned, they're infantile.nbash, oblitteratin', rate life on the scale of chorus boy.nsing your diatribe to diabetics.nbet if me and you had to breathe the same oxygen, you'd choke,nand foam goes out your headphones.nand when the men in black scurry around jump on dicks saying,nyo champ keep they heads noddin', i keep heads still.nsteal moments from opponents.nwalking a fine fabric of time between nietzche and ice cube,nfuck all y'all, i never liked any of y'all in the first place.npunch face, dickhead, step on foot, burn the bridge.nrape, pillage, take money, i saw your scribbles in the back of your last release.nhaha, funny, you bring your marbles, i'll bring mine.nwhen our egos and balls collide, we'll have some prewritten battle rhymes.nbut no, everything is cool, cold, icy, happy, glamorous.nlets all drink zima and sing we are the world.ni am the world, when i'm in the whirlpool, where all these fools get killed.nkilogram to your ass and you're bitch made like a quilt.nyeah i can drop down and meander with neandrathals and jellyfish.nthe revolutionary evolutionists, let me be the tooth fairy.n'cause when it comes down to bitin', i'll make damn sure everybody gets royalties,nand rock parliament beats instead of jel tracks.nshit, if i ever gave a fuck, i gave it away along time ago.nonly time will tell in due time, we'll do time until it's overdue.ni'm the paramecium of parables, paragraphs, an emcee paradigm.nthe world is my stage and stage presence(presents) for everyone.nnchorus:nlet it rain, let it rain.nlet the gutter be the book you never wrote,nlet the puddle be the drawbridge and moat.nall this is soaked in the deep depths of dynamics,nall we ask is two ears and a brain.nnalias:ndevelopment lyricists presented for your listening pleasure.nquadruple phonetic spitters and two by ten measures.nprofess my confession, i long for this profession.npresently adhere to this artform, made accessible for those who want to hear us.ninterlock hands through a sound intake device for a filter,nconstructing of percussion rhythm sections,npainstakingly built are infectious.ntotally overwhelming to soul and body (it's the holy ghost),nmaking your physical structure appear quite shoddy.ndisassembling, slowly pick apart your sound taste,ndeconstructing, drawn to the floor caused by the wall you're forced to face.nand conclude that your thirst is quenched by deep puddles,n(ayo this shit is dope). but our conversation to you is subtle,nyou gotta hit the rew when the fading commences.nyour index extensions of your hand constantly tenses.napproximately every 5 minutes, you will repeat this motion.nover and over until your mind is convinced of this notion.ndynamics, i understand and i pledge allegiance to your music for advanced listeners.ncovering many regions and as far as i'm concerned, this group is number one,nand who knew that using my brain could be so much fun.nndose one:nfour, count them, one, two, three, seven...four.npleasantly demented stock writers, a few fall short of the paper airplane.ndecided to sit in grain, paint their faces and be leaves,nlight green, turned upside down in the wind.nfinally someone to clap for, this toxic hermit grins,nespecially men over the globe. over and back is scratched,nfizzlin' a balmy sky, it's time, to fulfill in the cosmos,nmilky way styles. say it like i mean it to ease my hot head,nand to where have you been my whole life?ncome on guys, let's play the sap, shoot branch, off, shoot branch.nbut, hehehe, giggle the children,nwho sigh, hands folded, pencils sharpened waiting patientlynfor quality bird seed and really good camp counselors who know lots of big words.nonce in awhile, it's fun to be smart and play with matches on the darkside of the hoooo!ncock, bang, young drummer get wicked, smother rock,nand the larger ones all get confused.nso with the prostitutes, dirt, platypuses, and grandparents, fine by me,ni'm a hydrogen molecule and proud of it.nlet it rain, let it rain.nnchorus:nlet it rain, let it rain.nlet the gutter be the book you never wrote,nlet the puddle be the drawbridge and moat.nall this is soaked in the deep depths of dynamics,nall we ask is two ears and a planet.
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