[Intro: The Last Poets] Radar, sonar, laser beams Jets, tanks, submarines Megathons, H-bombs, napalm, ga—
I got the shit you would light with a lighter Fuck a lighter, I could light on the stove Dark at night, I'll drop a log on the fire Wander in the woods out in the cold I got the shit you could play for your mama I got the shit you could play for the hoes I got the shit you could sell to the trappers In Decatur with the 'K and the Colt I know some rappers that—how I'ma say this? I know some rappers that pay but broke Lotta money but you played your soul You played yourself, you played the role I know some niggas from down the street Some of my niggas been down the road Lost a nigga that was down with me You know what they say, it rains, it pours
Woah, woah, woah, uh It rains, it pours Yeah, okay, okay, chill, woah It rains, it pours Uh, look, okay It rains, it pours
They got the shit they could pull out I know it could blow out a back, yeah They got the cure to the vaxx Facts, you know where it's at They put the money, the crack in a sack They got the axis, they got the Atlas, they got the maps I got a real real real bad bitch I just told her to come to the back (Oh man) They got the people in office Them crackers that had us in chains They make the laws, they goin' hard Dang, they even started a gang How you gon' win in a losable game? Make a change, man, niggas say the same thing Every day, complain and the sun shine And the cloud rain, but won't lift a finger In the danger, niggas been endangered Been indentured, now my niggas got business ventures With my. 9, I'm like ten Avengers Snap a finger, I could end adventures Rapper? Singer? No, killer, nigga You a copper, you a nigga killer
It rains, it pours It rains, it pours It rains, it, okay, okay It rains, it pours That verse, let's try it It rains, it pours
Man, they won't understand, man And, man, they won't understand, man And, man, they won't understand I live in harmony and peace And the sun will once again rise up in the East
Look, somebody told me when I was small That the pride comin' right before the fall God son died for us all So for mine, I'm running through a wall Lost a battle, it's still a war I'ma steal the cattle, then burn the farm We could travel but the journey long I prefer we get a lil' murder on Drop the top on your convertible How we feelin' should concern you We been speakin' but ain't never been heard So now we screamin' at you word-for-word Everything a nigga learned gotta burn My lil' nigga in a hearse, I was hurt Fuck a rap and fuck a verse, I could blur it Tryna see how many urns I could earn Are you really—
You feel me? Alright, thank you
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