[Verse 1]

They say my actions make me feel all alone
I suppose but my calm is when I sit down and smoke
The [bad word]  I couldn’t feel more at home
My M.O., let em know we are ready to go
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Cross these lines and get sent to the morgue
If I repent then I meet the good Lord and settle my scores
The odds against us, I don’t think it’ll happen
It’s [bad word] tragic the way we still trapped in this madness

street story never changes, it just stays the same
Ride for infamy, to bring the metal rain is the way to fame
That leaves the city in a state of pain
In our reality you get caught in a storm and remain inane
The weatherman just forecast hale of ammunition
It got the city shook like they seen an apparition
I’m waiting for raindrops to fall and start hissing
My street platoon will just embark on another mission

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Rain, guns, and floods
The city want pain just because
The gun reigns, make you lose your mind
Bullet to your brain
War leaving you all with blood stains

[Verse 2]

We still bring the weather report for rain
The conditions in the underground, the factions at war
It’s the biggest steel storm ever to form
Over the city of God, flood the city of Sodom
From LA to Ramallah, praise Yeshua holla
But the media made me worship the dollar
It’s certain [bad word]  the verse is quick
What it is, the beast got ahold of our spirit
Look in the mirror, that’s why homies don’t prosper
Cynic the mobster [bad word] by the evil of monsters
Lucifer, son of the morning, forever will haunt him
I feel the calm before the storm
Sometimes when the heavens crack and we can ? sit on the throne

lost soldier roams, a lot colder from the covert arms
Battles between the mass of Skull and Bones
The last Bush drew blood, that whole dynasty is full of thorns
They left the street depression muffled by the bullet swarms
We weather the storm with Hail Marys
Your legendary Christ ain’t suffice to stop it and it gets real heavy
The metal rain’s deadly, don’t let it get you wet
If you ain’t ready you’ll be very hard to resurrect
Where black ops form the clock’s now on
I shoot back where they’re hoping I don’t clap my own
I’m on a flood watch homie cause it’s too hot still
And blood drops when these two blocks killed
It’s too real when the

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