Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nautica , by - Apollo Brown. Song from the album Trophies, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 30.04.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Nautica |
| Possible thunderstorms over the next few hours |
| Hurricane Irene has made landfall this morning in New York City |
| The weather situation is much worse |
| The majority of the heaviest rain |
| The approximate touchdown points seems to be in the borough of Brooklyn, |
| New York |
| Blowing through cities, category five |
| As it flows through the MIDI, I shows no pity |
| Hurricane winds churning up fear |
| Board up your houses, brace for what’s here |
| 120-mile winds with strength and gusto |
| Batten down the hatches, asking «what in the fuck fo'?» |
| Windmills signalling the eye of the storm |
| Touchdown, tearing shit up, winds beyond norm |
| Buckets of rain pour, rip up screen doors |
| Monsoon weather, howling like stray dogs |
| Hail coming down the size of regulation baseballs |
| Me and Mother Nature’s in a face-off |
| Flooding suburbs and hoods |
| Washing entire forests away for good, and where an empire stood |
| Dire consequences, reality sharp as barbed-wire fences |
| Flow with a vengeance |
| I hope y’all ready for the big beast drum |
| I see I gotta preach and teach to reach some |
| A vivid concept to reach at least one |
| If I touch a few and they love it my job is done |
| As if the levee’s been breached, vehicles float |
| Out of parking spots sideways, blocking up the streets |
| Some lives get extinguished, many survive, others don’t |
| Dead bodies bloated, weightless flesh floating |
| Mother Nature’s ferocious, so who’s to blame or be the culprit? |
| Deaf them against the living, I endorse them |
| Callahan enforcer, witch’s brew, a sorceror |
| Water tides rise, given the nickname Nautica |
| Contingency plan seen overseas |
| Salt water smell in the air, unlike Febreze |
| Boil water, distill, clean to kill off disease |
| The earth’s payback for all of God’s reprieve |
| Trenches turn muddy, water levels rise up |
| Way above sea level, meet God or the devil |
| Thunder cause racket as of Greek gods warring |
| On Mount Olympus-- |
| I hope y’all ready for the big beast drum |
| I see I gotta preach and teach to reach some |
| A vivid concept to reach at least one |
| If I touch a few and they love it my job is done |
| People are lost, far from home, Apocalypse Redux |
| Back to basics, carve a boat out of a tree trunk |
| Gloomy days need sun, from the aftermath |
| Of nature’s fury, the songs around sounds eerie |
| Trans-Atlantic, travel abroad and cause panic |
| As a couple hundred thou just vanish |
| Emergency response overwhelmed with volumes of calls |
| Civil unrest, call in the National Guard |
| It’s hard to gain order when the culprit is water |
| Knowing it change form at the drop of a quarter |
| Fluidity change course, admittedly I rain |
| Or acid wash, I’m precipitation from grey clouds |
| Twisters touch down, vibrating the ground, sounding like |
| Freight trains, for thrillseekers it’s frightening |
| Possess the power to repeat another ice age |
| Head crack the earth in half like it’s a dice game |
| I hope y’all ready for the big beast drum |
| I see I gotta preach and teach to reach some |
| A vivid concept to reach at least one |
| If I touch a few and they love it my job is done |