Somebody pray for Rayne cause i'm bringin the drought/
drop this drip runnin off at the mouth /
lift up his slip to see what bitch is about/
put his dick in the dirt but it won't be the south/
spittin al-khemetic wisdom that'll shit on your religion/
headsplittin rhythms make you bow to the Egyptian/
you must be out your mind tryn to define the divine /
but I can prove that Yakub has created your kind/
like some well aged wine, these lines are potent/
my flow so golden full of firey emotions that'll leave your wig open hot smokey and molten/
bones can't be broken, slice like logan, play your ass out like a hand full of tokens/
you know the slogan, playin with fire is bonafied no no/
so take your willie bobo back to the shire frodo/
before you slumped and lumped up like quasimodo/
graphic display just like a replay on slomo/
kick yo homo styles to the curb like a hobo/
you jerk off rapper so I call you hand solo/
bonaza of stanzas show how I can't stand ya/
I ain't zoolanda but I carry a magnum tha'll "russell" you "crows" call me master commader/
fry ned flanders with some red hot magma/
then make rain drop till hes sore as a canker/
Rayne Rayne go away come again another day/
the black man is God and he don't play/
Amon Ra blows Ryne away/
