Rainmen

(Slug): I'll take seven emcees, put 'em in a line Shoot 'em and sell their clothes to get my wisdom teeth pulled From here on out I'm grabbing these rappers by their fates And throwing their destinies out into that lake And as the earth shakes, and as the snakes eat I found my birth place on top of that break beat The beat breaks while I drink a Red Stripe to get my head right Maybe put some life into this dead mic You fuckers got nerve, you're lost between mold and the mildew If you spit that verse with bullets and tits I wouldn't feel you This plan can't grow without the nurturing and nutrience So on I carry between the aryans and nubians (come together) Holding a head full of that Minnesota pork And if I ever blow up, I wanna fuck Bjork (you know my stink) Let it rain, let it rain, let the water run off of the brain Let the drops hit my shoulders and leave permanent stains Let one solo drip touch my heart and symbolize what it contains Restrain these thoughts that stay locked in my dark side Let the bumper hit the pavement, pull away and let the sparks fly Let the children have reason to laugh Instead of needing to craft ways and passages to see their last days (Sole): As far as me and water animals are concerned are infantile Past obliterating, great life on a scale, chorus boy See if you died trying the diabetics Bet if me and you had to breathe the same oxygen you'd choke And foam comes out your headphones And little men in black would scurry around and jump on dicks Saying "Yo champ, keep the heads noddin'", I keep heads still Steal moments from opponents lucky to find fabric in time Between Nieche and Ice Cube Fuck all of ya'll, never like any of ya'll in the first place Punch face, dickhead, step on foot, burn bridge Rape, pillage, take money I saw your scribbles in the back of your last release, ha ha, funny You bring your marbles, I'll bring mine When our ego's and balls collide, you'll have some pre-written battle rhymes But no, everything is cool, cold, icey, happy, glamorous Let's all drink Zima and sing 'We Are The World' I am the world, where I am a whirlpool where all these fools get killed Kilogram to your ass, and you bitch made like a quilt Yeah I can drop down and neander with neanderthals and jelly fish The revolutionary evolutionist, let me be the tooth fairy Cuz when it comes down to bitin', I make damn sure everyone gets royalties And rock Parliament beats instead of Jel's tracks Shit, if I ever gave a fuck, I gave it away a long time ago Only time will tell, in due time until it's over The pair of me see my parables, paragraphs and emcee favorite tongue The world is my stage, and stage presence for everyone Chorus: Let it rain, let it rain Let the gutter be the book you never wrote Let the bottle be the drawbridge and moat All this is soaked in the deep depths of Dynamics All we ask is two ears and a planet (Alias): Developed materialist presented for your listening pleasure Quadruple phynetic spitters in two by ten measures Profess my confession I longed for this profession presently here This art form ain't accessible For those who want to hear us Interlock hands through a sound and tape device through a filter Constructing of percussion, rhythm sections, painstakingly built are Infectious, totally overwhelming to soul and body It's the Holy Ghost, making you physical structure appear quite shoddy Disassemblying, slow pick apart your sound taste Deconstructing, jotted the four across the wall your forced to face And conclude that your thirst is quenched by Deep Puddles "Ay this shit is dope!", but our conversation to you is suttle You gotta hit that R-E-W when the fading commences Your index extensions of your hand constantly tenses Approximately every five minutes you will repeat this motion Over and over until your mind's convinced of this notion "Dynamics, I understand, and I pledge alliegance To your music for advanced listeners covering many regions And as far as I'm concerned, this group is number one And who knew that using my brain could be so much fun" (Dose): Four, count them, one, two, three, seven, four Pleasantly demented stock riders a few folds short of a paper airplane Decided to sit ingrain, paint their faces and be leaves Light green, turned upside down in the wind Finally, someone to clap for, this toxic hermit grins Especially men who look the globe over and back Scratch, fizzlin' a balmy sky, it's time If you live in the cosmos, milky way style Say it like I mean it, to ease my hard head And to where have you been my whole life, c'mon guys Let's play the sap, shoot branch, off, shoot branch But "hee hee hee" giggle the children Who's shot? Hands folded, pencils sharpened Waiting patiently for quality birdseed And really cool camp counselors who know lots of big words Once in a while it's fun to be smart And play with matches on the dark side of the-Whoa! Cock bang, young drummer get wicked Smaller rock, and the larger ones all but confused So with the prostitutes or platypuses And grandparents fond on me I'm a hydrogen molecule and proud of it Let it rain.... CHORUS