| Got clouds forming and swarming with info like a pop-up video
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| Stuck in a twister of thoughts polluted by thots
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| Extreme fog alert from the kush that I burn
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| Suffered a hurricane of headaches from the lessons I learned
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| My dopamine receptors flooded, brain waves I’m surfing
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| Peace and clear skies in my mind I be deserving
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| Sometimes my skull is feeling like Fort McMurray
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| All my personalities running out in a hurry
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| Catch a fist to your face, your medulla suffers an earthquake
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| Chances are you might not make it to see your birthday
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| Emotional rain storms exiting out your tear ducts
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| Facing off with myself, it’s normal for you to fear us
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| My conscience is freezing, experiencing an ice age
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| Psychedelic whirlwind to me is a nice day
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| Trynna control the weather, how long will it last?
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| Before you try checking me, check my forecast
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| When it comes to this shit, they know that Reno is a damn killer
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| Violent kinds of lightning riding through my neuro transmitters
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| A cyclone of words swirl around the frontal lobe
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| Polar vortex with the flow, you know that’s fucking cold
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| When the beat go, the storm form in my cerebellum
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| Why these rappers out here trash and nobody care to tell 'em?
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| This shit don’t move me, and I don’t even like your verse
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| I kick the shit that hit you harder than a microburst
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| You don’t understand the intensity when the mic is on
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| Concepts and rhymes spread faster than a firestorm
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| Stepping to these dudes will get you folded like an origami
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| My brain waves rival the tidals like four tsunamis
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| You hear us coming? |
| Better tuck your head and get low
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| Reel Wolf emcees coming through like a derecho
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| The penal gland is the eye of the storm
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| This track is your emergency alert, y’all have been warned
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| Precipitation starts to build up, spilled water vapors are stuck
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| 'Cause I’m Bobby Drake with a chill touch
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| The blizzard of Oz got you crawling through the snow
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| Manipulate the forecast with Ororo Munroe
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| Ben Franklin high as a kite ride the lightning
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| Fighting Thor Odinson, the rumbling thunder’s frightening
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| A meteorologist making his predictions
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| Your vision is limited through these ignorant conditions
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| A deadly ending in Armageddon, that’s God’s call
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| Fire and brimstone, and hail the size of golf balls
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| As sure as Stormy Daniels is considered a porn creature
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| I’m a psycho spinning cyclone of the Nor Easter
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| I’m in the back of the train tagging my rap name
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| The Soundgarden lane cloudy with a chance of black rain
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| Brainstorm through the city 'til I’m put in a deep grave
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| A Summer-born arsonist bringing on the heatwave |