Rainmen (Remix)

(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 [bad word] got nerve, you're lost between mold and the mildew
If you spit that verse with bullets and [bad word] 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 [bad word] Björk (you know my stee)
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, rate life on a scale of... chorus boy
Save your diatribes for 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 [bad word] Saying "Yo champ, keep the heads noddin'", I keep heads still
Steal moments from opponents lucky to find fabric in time
Between Nietzsche and Ice Cube [bad word] all of ya'll, never like any of ya'll in the first place
Punch face, [bad word]  step on foot, burn bridge
Rape, pillage, save 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 [bad word]  and you [bad word] made like a quilt
Yeah I can drop down and meander with neanderthals and jelly fish
The revolutionary evolutionist, let me be the tooth fairy
Cuz when it comes down to bitin', I make [bad word] sure everyone gets royalties
And rock Parliment beats instead of Jel's tracks [bad word]  if I ever gave a [bad word]  I gave it away a long time ago
Only time will tell, in due time until it's over
The paramecium of 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 phonetic spitters in two by ten measures
Profess my confession
I longed for this profession presently here
This art form ain't/made 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
Disassembling, 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 [bad word] is dope!", but our conversation to you is subtle
You gotta hit that R-E-W when the fading commences
Your index extensions of your hand constantly tenses
Approximately every five minu