Nautica

[Intro - Weather Announcers] [Static] Possible thunderstorms over the next few hours [Static] Hurricane Irene has made landfall this morning in New York City [Static] The weather situation is much worse [Static] The majority of the heaviest rain... [Static] The approximate touchdown points seems to be in the borough of Brooklyn, New York [Verse 1] Blowing through cities, category five As it flows through the MIDI, I shows no pity Hurricane winds churning up fear Board up your houses, brace for what's here 120-mile winds with strength and gusto Batten down the hatches, asking "what in the fuck fo'?" Windmills signalling the eye of the storm Touchdown, tearing shit up, winds beyond norm Buckets of rain pour, rip up screen doors Monsoon weather, howling like stray dogs Hail coming down the size of regulation baseballs Me and Mother Nature's in a face-off Flooding suburbs and hoods Washing entire forests away for good, or where an empire stood Dire consequences, reality sharp as barbed-wire fences I Flow with a vengeance [Hook] I hope y'all ready for the big beat's drum I see I gotta preach and teach to reach some A vivid concept to reach at least one If I touch a few and they love it my job is done [Verse 2] As if the levee's been breached, vehicles float Out of parking spots sideways, blocking up the streets Some lives get extinguished, many survive, others don't Dead bodies bloated, weightless flesh floating Mother Nature's ferocious, so who's to blame or be the culprit? Death I'm against the living, I endorse them Callahan enforcer, witch's brew, a sorcerer Water tides rise, given the nickname Nautica Contingency plan seen overseas Salt water smell in the air, unlike Febreze Boil water, distill, clean to kill off disease The earth's payback for all of God's reprieve Trenches turn muddy, water levels rise up Way above sea level, meet God or the Devil Thunder cause racket as of Greek gods warring On Mount Olympus-- [Hook] x2 [Verse 3] People are lost, far from home, Apocalypse Redux Back to basics, carve a boat out of a tree trunk Gloomy days need sun, from the aftermath Of nature's fury, the song's surround sounds eerie Trans-Atlantic, travel abroad and cause panic As a couple hundred thou just vanish Emergency response overwhelmed with volumes of calls Civil unrest, call in the National Guard It's hard to gain order when the culprit is water Knowing it change form at the drop of a quarter Fluidity change course, admittedly I rain on acid wash'm Precipitation from grey clouds Twisters touch down, vibrating the ground, sounding like Freight trains, for thrill seekers it's frightening Possess the power to repeat another ice age Head crack the earth in half like it's a dice game [Hook] x2