When It Rains

My muthafuckin' brother came up to me...

He said my shit will sound corny...

I said... Right... Right...

My nigga irie in this muthafucka...

Popa chief in this muthafucka...

K-blunt in this muthafucka...

White boy engineer in this muthafucka...

I got my niggas in this muthafucka...

P in this muthafucka...

12 O'clock in this muthafucka...

Fly...

I shoot on right on through space like john clemm

The original bad boy, son, like sean penn

Correspondent on news 10

12 O'clock called me a brother then

Sometime my life be looking grim

If it wasn't for time, I'd be stuck in sin

To be different and set trends

I rock tommy hill gold and write with buddha monk

Pens, wearing wu-wear from the head to the shins

Put on my polo socks and lace up my blue timbs

I clean my italian link with the scorpio medallion

My ghetto life, that's how my day begins

My cousin compton, that's my next to kin

He said I'm too hunt, too much adrenaline

I got a ninja team that gleam like the sun dipped in afro sheen

Redrummin' tracks, that'll rumpture your spleen

It's the major leaguers, givin' party fevers

At equal oppurtunity slayers, we don't discriminate

It's time to up the party, grab my height to obliverate

Can I bang on your eardrums with this one, it's a hit son

You should've never dissed the champion, dunn

That's like doing a juks and fumbling your gun

That's like, bagging a million cracks up and only selling one

Ya'll politic a nigga like me, politate

The most shockinest raps you ever, heard on tape

Play us here, some to hate, I process seaweed

Told you we was gonna be somebody, you didn't believe me

Silverback gorilla style, two-way ship piles

All over the world catching frequent flyer miles

Check a nigga out, eat your fucking heart out

Everybody cop a dub, let's have a cookout

The moment we been longing for, living for

Training for, fuck what you heard, it's all about the transfers

And we refuse to be, have nots anymore

Give me the mic and score, when it rains, it pours

While I rap and cap, I blow with a bat, cockin' it back

With a battle axe, my firery vocals melts the wax

I slaughter your tape recorder, message holds the leverage

Tipsy off my rhymes, like an alcoholic beverage

I stand on the platform, control this all alone

Platinum microphone with a solid gold throne

I bomb on your village, have your city overthrown

Pen's hotter than skillets, engrave my lyrics into stone

Yo, we thug shit, crip with blood shit, bust slugs shit

Lay you down with the four-pound, I'm on some thug shit

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo hold on

Yo, this is for the radio!

Let's make a motion picture, put zu in a haunted house

Nigga change to old gold, and case of guiness stout

Forty blunts each, nigga mouth laced up

Put the stakes up, rock the door, brought the windows up

Handcuffed to each other, silver plate mixed with coke & dust

It's digital, shit getting critical

Trying to escape, but no way, I'm in the castle

Surrounded by a lake, alligators & rottweilers, and the fruit to swallow

Naked bitch in a basement, it make no sense

It's senseless, paranoid and recorded before

Making noise, me and my boys, playing hood like ice cube

You heard? We be them special ninjaz

Self employed, self educated

Mad years we waited, for the oppurtunity

Who working these mic's for me?

If tonight is my night, super nigga eat the kryptonite

Vision complete, this the hour that we'll face defeat

War, scars, rhymes be falling like stars

Nigga think big, be big