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Let it rain
Let it rain
Let it rain
Serve up the truth, elevate to my four scores
I rise to clap back, to stack and make more
Perennial pain, I lead the way
Choice of words or gift, fuck appeal and what you say
Evade the grave, I'm giving you tools
If you build the lane, you can sustain and lack these fools
Peep the parachute, I glide the game
Pressure on my brain, I get to dumping so let it rain
Let it rain
Let it rain
Let it rain
Part the seas, niggas, I'm in a trance
Fuck an A&R, I come equipped with ball cap
So hit the switch and let it ride
Floss your shit while you throw up Westside
You like to groove? Come take a tour
Sick of sideways and G's tacked and fiending for more
Four or five, fifty rounds they don't see
Lyrical clips engaged, now on a killing spree
Rise, now in the flesh of a no name
Semiotic thoughts to be released with true aim
Who's at the door? A soul who seeks peace
Deliver perfection, never content with chicken grease
Emancipation is documentation (bring the pain)
My stripes are tattooed, conceived and maintained
Wicked ways, never settle for the okey doke
My vision is keen with a dick down your throat
Let it rain
Let it rain
Let it rain
Educated and these niggas they still hate
Corporal level maniac, you fools are wasted space
Still on the block, I walk alone
Murderous cops so I plead to increase my tone
Switch gears 'til I heavily tears
The flu for a million niggas, the beast it draws near
Keep it moving, my vision is shell shocked
Sick of side thoughts, Black Wall Street's next stop
I'm in a maze, envision my pain
Foreclosed is the black mind, I feed subliminal ways
True heart, now I'm encased in plague wars
H1N1, so heed my four scores
Never the norm, my passion is OD'd
My stroke is switched on a pad to the third degree
Could it be? That true nigga from Naptown
Laced with a beat, exile with a sick crown
Dirty nigga, put a spell on these fake souls
You witness my flesh outline with a heavenly glow
Traumatized, I feed these devils a brody gate
I told you before, we go to war, now give me some space
Let it rain
Let it rain
Let it rain
Lean back, now take a puff of the weed
Mash the gas and tell these hoes we dip for free
Left to right, nigga, this ain't a game
A thug in scuff boots and walk with no shame
Metaphors within a bottomless pit
Triple sevens in the background, my creed is heaven sent
Limp lock niggas, they speak with true fear
My line of sight is equipped and it's so clear
Maintain, I never sweat for bitch made
Witness the gift full of pain and fuck the fame
Trace the tracks outlined with my pedigree
Enclosed the meek as I deploy the black sheep
You can trip, but I'ma treat these rhymes
Like a fiend for the crack, nigga that's running for one time
Turn the page, now my stage an empty slate
Turn up the mic and I can see this empty space
Flip the script, sick bass track sound
Gripping my nuts 'cause these hoes want a dick down
Seldom seen, never begging for deals
Pumping up Newports, hands on my steering wheel
Let it rain
Let it rain
Let it rain