The Rain

Nick Wiz ft. Nautilus - “The Rain”
[Emcee(s): Mad (?)]
[Producer(s): Mad]
[Co-Producer: Nick Wiz]

[Verse: Mad (?)]
As the Earth
Soaks in showers, my Timbs get laced
Loose-leaf waiting on the table, and pens in place
The contents of my brain to reveal with no hesitance
White Owls are bagged, and one of the four elements
For L intents, maybe get a little brew, so I bring
Along ends, I step in the rain and I’m greeted by
The strong winds, pacing, proceeding down the block
What I’m chasing: escape from the bleeding from the Glocks
But I’m facing stress in differеnt forms, I travel
Through rainstorms, bless when writtеn songs unravel
Under a sky of brown, the angel tears of past foes
Wonder: who’s dying now? When will I take my last pose?
I splash with gutters, trying not to step on my mind
Checking, you find I’m a weapon with rhymes
But, sometimes, it tends to get mundane and unimportant
When these thoughts lurk, it’s the rain that comes, absorbs it
Reflective analysis of eternal negativity
Soaking in the acronym, I’m open to the maximum
I peep those that use a Smith & Wesson for a swift progression
Adolescents survive and learn in battle lessons
Find it brings shelter copping a Heine’ brew
I shift the focus on my major lack of drive and vision
I bop my way down the aisle, Class of ‘92
Unaware of future strife or make-or-break adult decisions
Fast-forward twenty-four months
I’m genociding my brain cells with twenty-four blunts
In a vertigo with ganja spliffs, I’ll take a pause to ponder this:
What function is served by my chronic consumption?
Since we’re living in the last days, I seek
Redemption from past ways, bopping through cascades
Without an umbrella. I give pounds to corner-dwellers, pumping
Roc-A-Fella. On backstreets, I flow acapella
Nautilus flavor—here’s the steps to the recipe: add a touch
Of Kaotic intellectual weathering with
The verbal slugs of Madness. Before you step, inspect your gadgets
‘Cause we intersect like the x-and y-axis
Freestyles in my brain, doing life bids
I’m more influenced every day by the trife kids
In the daily struggle, avoiding having their graves shoveled
A twenty-two to most loners as their age doubled
Now the brew got me warm as a lumberjack
I shoot prisms at lightning bolts and rap to thunderclaps
My inner thoughts and emotions are concealed like
A pistol, lost in the ocean’s how I feel in
A drizzle, feeling my perseverance dry, but, sometimes
I think I need to rent the flick Bishop was watching
As I walk and give dap, the boys know
I took a Trek through the Stars—now it’s the Voyage home
As the rain lets up, another body to
Sketch up. You know the program—this land is no man’s
Time to review as I get back to the rest, recalling
What I discovered, taking a drag of the bless, and it’s
Like that, y’all

[Outro: Sample]
“This is for niggas walking in the rain” (x5)