Singin in the rain, dealin with the shame
Singin in the rain, dealin with the shame
Singin in the rain, dealin with the shame
Quicksand my brain, its like Im sinkin in the pain
I sleep all day so I be woke all night
The second BONES come around, watch how they walk on thin ice
I kick nice raps and rhymes
Thats all that I like
But I had my fair share of downs, cause Im at a new point in my life
While you droolin over some bitch
We makin these hits
That microphone in my fist has paid for all of this shit
You see the whip, the house, the jewels, and clothes
But you dont see the inside of my mind when the door closed
I clam up, slam shut, and keep to myself
And theres a reason for that
Look at the world we livin in
One look around will have you for sure feelin me
My infamy is difference, see
Im on a new frequency
That only a few can pick up
Attention all MCs, step to me, get ripped up
Knock, knock, whos there?
Its the man with the plan
Its the corpse with the flows bringin you to an end
Knock, knock, whos there?
Its the man with the plan
Its the corpse with the flows bringin you to an end
Yeah
Singin in the rain, dealin with the shame
Singin in the rain, dealin with the shame
I alienate myself from those who love me
Loco still, my social skills is rusty
Slayer like Buffy
My focal point is
Stayin on track like a locomotive
And if I do crash, whether off or on purpose
I fake my death, move away, and never resurface
Im the resurgence every time that the drought hits
Lord BONES turn a tapwell to a fountain
Lost track of the classics
Ive dropped, Im done countin
They live off the flows I give em, just like allowance
Gettin too big for their britches, its time to hem em
Got the underground on lock, I am the deadbolt
Dead shit, buckshot, locked on your head, bitch
Peepin Tom motherfuckers lookin over hedges
Thats just life for the original
No employee, got our own business now
Singin in the rain, dealin with the shame
Singin in the rain, dealin with the shame