[Intro] Im'a show you how to levitate...until the levy breaks...until the heavy rains...come from heavens gates...&...[Bridge] the sea level makes..one river, turn into a set of lakes...rising above the rooftops drowning all the weather vains...like in the days of Noah so you better make...reservations without hesitations to a better way.. one lives under the days sun, even when the Grey comes, it's only for a phase some, times it's hard to see the rays from, the firmament because the rains hung, in the sky longer than you pray but, it's OK son....you'll be warm when the day comes...or give up and drown , and admit....admit ...the rain won
[Chorus] It's raining and it's storming / but complaining is so boring / and shaming is a story/ that's blaming shit you poorly...prepared for and therefore be aware more ,cuz nobody cares more...or less, when you swear you're....never gona end up in this situation again....
[Verse] I wanted to write a hook that wouldn't be by the book/ jump off the pages & dive inside the brook/ make these lyrics come to life in time they would/ defy every critical that said I never should/ pursue a rap carrer better left for those who hood/ but for those that know my capabilities they know I could/ get the flow,I'm good/ and blow the wood ...off of the walls , not stoppin' for laws, or falling off of the sobs, I'm Ballin often and god....it feels so good to be a lyricist/ serious, my flows are as weird as shit, but no one appears to squish/ all of the years I kissed/ ass to get past the kitchens dirty dish rags...I flip raps like kit kits that have been bit fast by big cats that hiss, scratch...and spray you with pass ,splash til all of the shit has the smell of cat piss bad....
[Chorus] It's raining and it's storming / but complaining is so boring / and shaming is a story/ that's blaming shit you poorly...prepared for and therefore be aware more ,cuz nobody cares more...or less, when you swear you're....never gona end up in this situation again....
[Outro] and that's pretty much the jist of it kids/ so don't get pissed cuz your friends/ listen to this, admit that it's sick/ or present me with shit, that prevents me from twist/-ing and turning a sentence into a journey/ intentions are 30...percent of the wording...but surely...you need to be worthy of churning...the words that're burning a hole in you're learning to roll ...all of them surely into a verse that's got soul...and that my friend is how I walk on hot coals.....and not slow..down or stop from the sky to the ground I'm rock...so a little rain in my eyes not, gonna take the red out like eye drops cuz all of my pot...that I been blowin got me right where I need to be ,but you ain't knowin...ya'll don't hear me though...
FlatNasty
