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This is what I live for. This is what I am dying for the love of. Yahweh.
Story behind the song
Niceness reloaded. This is a classic example of versatility.
Lyrics
Let It Rain
Written by Mike Boston
Produced by Fidel for Witness Productions
[VERSE 1]
Decieve me not,
O’May’s goin shake her cake,
No way she can please me pop.
O haaay, git greezy Grady
Jis shank the fate!
You crazy as greedy got.
Ojeh cock diezed & diseased
He could bleed a lot.
O’ley, gonna sleeze da doc on the way.
Rondell got dough that he knead a lot.
Let it swell from the yeast & hops,
Till it riiiiise...
Hot shells on the beach & it mean a lot.
Time clock tick teams to talk;
Set still one sec my son
Cut the teenie bops
Can’t tell if I’m me or not. Oh noooo,
Selfless esteem some seem to mock
Same scene got Meenie shot
Guns jam with lead like clot
When it seen a lot
In my stead would you screen the shock?
One word,
One way we discern what we need you got,
You need what we seem to got
That way we stay
Two way street & cream the crop.
When the boss call, feed the flock.
Pobre chucho, my B, I ain’t seen you stop.
In the middle of da scene, you hot.
Smokescreen dopefiends on E & they fiendin Akk
Want me for the feedin’ pot. Yo!
[CHORUS]
I don’t understand how...
You could be a man who go on everything that you hear & heard.
Let me be the one that come at’chu with gossip talkin’ ‘bout some rims & trim & birds.
You would be my friends even quicker......
It’s a shame that we would even have ta play that gaame but
You & I know I won’t go...so let me roll & let it rain ‘til it flood some more.
[VERSE 2]
Git me once, me shame, Git me twice
You stain & you hittin ice.
Pick my scabs...
Wrong me don’t I’m writ with Christ
& this I admit is nice.
All wrong, alright we could fix this
But lip it right...
Stop riffin’ like the grip ain’t tight
Sit tight
Big Mike go’n git this, You crippin’ right?
Blood drip when they hit’cha life.
Shapeshift in the distance,
You give this condition height
Then switch when the gettin’s right.
‘mon man, in the visions I’m gettin’
You live this life.
Like Christmas is a christian rite...faithfully
Oh shyte, yo I get this. You writ the Reich
Then flipped it to strip the sight.
& because most Christians don’t read
They would miss the light.
How you did it amidst the strife.?
Entree’s delight
Delayed by the driftin’ plight.
Stargazin’ to stiff the psyche.
Git RIGHT!
In this, the ballistics are blit wit blight.
Like the Grinch stole Christmas night.
And for instance the inference you sent to snipe...
Is simply ya sinful side.
Get pipe on the pickett & ride ‘til she snip it ight!
Don’t trip over misses knife.
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3]
Top Opium perochial, picked it pure
Treatin’ me like prick manure. Get yours.
But get in the picture & pick your poor.
It’s Welfare & WIC galore!
One world, one way one religion & chips in store
Him & his, hers, you & yours
Right hand foreheads six hundred six three more score
& they comin for your newborn boy.
I’mma see you on tour with Agrippa
So stick to Paul.
Just see what what the click’s in for.
Read the Epistles and seize me a stick for war.
Turn it to a scripture sword.
Top choice, I was lit wit the truth ever since a boy
Born twice, so I kiss the floor! I insist.
Now git ‘fore I sick you & git the law.
Stop snitchin’ I meant the Lord.
Make haste!
Ambivalent mixes are glitched of course
You either ARE or you ain’t the source.
No benedict Nixons
And I ain’t the PICTURE of pure
Fact this is where kid gets off.
[CHORUS]
