Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rainmen, artist - Deep Puddle Dynamics. Album song The Taste Of Rain... Why Kneel, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1998
Record label: anticon
Song language: English
Rainmen |
| From here on out I’m grabbing these rappers by their fates |
| And throwing their destinies out into that lake |
| And as the earth shakes, and as the snakes eat |
| I found my birth place on top of that breakbeat |
| The beat breaks while I drink a Red Stripe to get my head right |
| Maybe put some life into this dead mic |
| You fuckers got nerve, you’re lost between mold and the mildew |
| If you spit that verse with bullets and tits, I wouldn’t feel you |
| This plant can’t grow without the nurture and nutrients |
| So on I carry between the Aryans and Nubians (come together) |
| Holding a handful of that Minnesota pork |
| And if I ever blow up, I wanna fuck Bjork (you know my stink) |
| Let it rain, let it rain, let the water run off of the brain |
| Let the drops hit my shoulders and leave permanent stains |
| Let one solo drip touch my heart and symbolize what it contains |
| Restrain these thoughts that stay locked in my dark side |
| Let the bumper hit the pavement, pull away and let the sparks fly |
| Let the children have reason to laugh |
| Instead of needing to craft ways and passages to see their last days |
| As far as me and water animals are concerned are infantile |
| Past obliterating, great life on a scale, chorus boy |
| See if you died trying the diabetics |
| Bet if me and you had to breathe the same oxygen, you’d choke |
| And foam comes out your headphones |
| And little men in black would scurry around and jump on dicks saying |
| «Yo champ, keep the heads noddin'», I keep heads still |
| Steal moments from opponents walking a fine fabric in time |
| Between Nietzsche and Ice Cube |
| Fuck all of ya’ll, never like any of ya’ll in the first place |
| Punch face, dickhead, step on foot, burn bridge |
| Rape, pillage, take money |
| I saw your scribbles in the back of your last release, ha ha, funny |
| You bring your marbles, I’ll bring mine |
| When our egos and balls collide, you’ll have some pre-written battle rhymes |
| But no, everything is cool, cold, icey, happy, glamorous |
| Let’s all drink Zima and sing 'We Are The World' |
| I am the world, where I am a whirlpool where all these fools get killed |
| Kilogram to your ass, and you bitch made like a quilt |
| Yeah I can drop down and meander with Neanderthals and jelly fish |
| The revolutionary evolutionist, let me be the tooth fairy |
| Cause when it comes down to bitin', I make damn sure everyone gets royalties |
| And rock Parliament beats instead of Jel’s tracks |
| Shit, if I ever gave a fuck, I gave it away a long time ago |
| Only time will tell, in due time and do time until it’s over |
| The pair of me see my parables, paragraphs and emcee favorite tongue |
| The world is my stage, and stage presence for everyone |
| Let it rain, let it rain |
| Let the gutter be the book you never wrote |
| Let the bottle be the drawbridge and moat |
| All this is soaked in the deep depths of Dynamics |
| All we ask is two ears and a planet |
| Developed materialist presented for your listening pleasure |
| Quadruple phonetic spitters in two by ten measures |
| Profess my confession |
| I longed for this profession presently here |
| This art form ain’t accessible |
| For those who want to hear us |
| Interlock hands through a sound and tape device through a filter |
| Constructing of percussion, rhythm sections, painstakingly built are |
| (Infectious) totally overwhelming to soul and body |
| (It's the Holy Ghost!) making you physical structure appear quite shoddy |
| (Disassembling) slowly pick apart your sound taste |
| (Deconstructing) jotted the four across the wall your forced to face |
| And conclude that your thirst is quenched by Deep Puddles |
| «Ayo this shit is dope!», but our conversation to you is subtle |
| You gotta hit that R-E-W when the fading commences |
| Your index extensions of your hand constantly tenses |
| Approximately every five minutes you will repeat this motion |
| Over and over until your mind’s convinced of this notion |
| «Dynamics, I understand, and I pledge alliegance |
| To your music for advanced listeners covering many regions |
| And as far as I’m concerned, this group is number one |
| And who knew that using my brain could be so much fun» |
| Four, count them, one, two, three, seven, four |
| Pleasantly demented stock riders a few folds short of a paper airplane |
| Decided to sit ingrain, paint their faces and be leaves |
| Light green, turned upside down in the wind |
| Finally, someone to clap for, this toxic hermit grins |
| Especially men who look the globe over and back |
| Scratch, fizzlin' a balmy sky, it’s time |
| If you live in the cosmos, milky way style |
| Say it like I mean it, to ease my hard head |
| And to where have you been my whole life, c’mon guys |
| Let’s play the sap, shoot branch, off, shoot branch |
| But «hee hee hee» giggle the children |
| Who’s shot? |
| Hands folded, pencils sharpened |
| Waiting patiently for quality birdseed |
| And really cool camp counselors who know lots of big words |
| Once in a while it’s fun to be smart |
| And play with matches on the dark side of the-Whoa! |
| Cock bang, young drummer get wicked |
| Smaller rock, and the larger ones all but confused |
| So with the prostitutes or platypuses |
| And grandparents, fine by me |
| I’m a hydrogen molecule and proud of it |
| Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain |
| Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain |
| Let the gutter be the book you never wrote |
| Let the bottle be the drawbridge and moat |
| All this is soaked in the deep depths of Dynamics |
| All we ask is two ears and a planet |
| Deep Puddle Dynamics |
| All I ever want |