Rain Blood - MF Grimm, Megalon

Blood came from the drug game, scrub the bloodstains from the rug

Love pain for the thug names slugging the brain of a judge

Let it rain blood ‘cause that’s the same judge that shackled chained thugs

Black crew, main love was rapping dangerous

Two claps to those cats who dangerous, holding the same grudge

Natural bangers, too black, too famous, rain blood

Rain blood (Rain blood), rain blood (Rain blood, rain blood)

(Rain blood, rain blood, rain blood, rain blood)

X marks

Your stupid shit, I shot your heart with the dart of cupid shit

Started to Luger shit, rhyming cap retarded, cute shit.

Twenty-two

Roof shit.

Take two sips.

A rap fiend addicted to

The music, ready to lose it, kicking strictly true shit

You bring a gun?

Then buck that.

What you gonna do, bitch?

When I said, «Prove it,» you didn’t do shit—no excuses

I’ll scrap ‘til the end, go home with bumps and bruises

I’m getting sick and tired of young punks with Lugers

Gun in the trunk.

Punk, I brought y’all bazookas

Peace to all the losers, peace to all the troopers, little man

Movers, hand-to-hand doers.

Fake niggas wanna

Shoot us, but you just walk past

In you army fatigues—we got mad of these, Avirexes like

Casualties.

I need an army with trees.

Twenty-two

Paint their panties.

Pay their penny, Tommy, you’re deep.

Police

Mayday, mayday, word to mommy and my CD’s beats

To all the grimy, Tommy grimy indeed.

You try me

You’re trying to see jaw lighting with speed

Every day, I look Black Geezus in the face.

He wasn’t

A devil, he was an angel standing in one place, bleeding

From place where you could see it—one in the waist, one in

The face.

You’re watching movies, turn around and wanna beat it

Don’t believe it.

You won’t achieve it—I can see it.

You can see

That I’ma tell you three things, then I’ma leave it.

No hesi-

-tation, nigga, peep it.

Watch who you hang with and be with

The nation is defeated—Revelations, nigga, read it ‘cause in

The Last Days, The Beast is gonna come arrest this nation

I’m in arrest, waiting, under investigation.

Police

Talk about me.

Paid lawyer?

It had to be.

Fake

Judge said, «You got a G.»

I had a G, earn a decent

Salary, got the Long Beach Precinct mad at me, thirty-three

G’s on my head, dirty D.T.'s nabbing me

Forced arrest, grabbing me, nightsticks stabbing me, but I ain’t

Having me getting fucked up by a battery

Backs fake, police fatality, stay mad at me, it had to be

The saddest day of their life when a cop died

It was the gladdest day of my life, and it’s even more trife.

Every-

-thing they say in the night, and they don’t pray right, and when

He died, my mans pissed on his gravesite, prayed on

His wife in broad daylight, he fucked the broad the same night

Now that’s a goddamn shame, right?

When you send

Me mail in jail, spell my goddamn name right.

I vi-

-sualized a bunch of crippled guys telling crazy new lies

I’m telling stories about the baby-blue eyes, police

That’s bombing ya, the dough, I’m only telling true lies

Looking through the eyes of Bob Marley, watching buddha rise, rain

Blood (Rain blood (Rain blood), rain blood), rain

Blood (Rain blood (Rain blood), rain blood)

The blood

Came from the drug game, scrub the bloodstains from the rug

Love pain for the thug names slugging the brain of a judge, and let it

Rain blood ‘cause that’s the same judge that shackled chained thugs

Black crew, main love was rapping dangerous

Two claps to those cats who dangerous, holding the same grudge

Natural bangers, too black, too famous, rain blood

Rain blood (Rain blood), rain blood (Rain blood)

Rain blood (Rain blood).

Tommy Gunn

Turn off

The Luger.

I’ll rock rap, every move’ll bruise ya.

Cock

Back your German Luger, miss, and I’ll return to shoot ya, slugs

Burning through your chest, through your vest, through your flesh.

Buddha

Blessed, staying true for test, gun smoke like a buddhafest

Through your vest.

Three to nine rhymes we design free the mind

Over self-confidence, the sequel of being blind

Earth Day, September, shrimp dinner.

November, see me

In the winter.

December, you see me and you drop dead, red

Three-and-a-quarter ripped.

I’m baptized, my daughter watched the water drip

Playing the game that’s out of order, knocking off a quarter brick

So far, better me and no one together, rocking golds and leather

Holding letters, frozen cheddar, rolling in a stolen Jetta

Reclining.

Fashion designer crying

Relying on buying.

Eyeing, we’re marching off to Zion, mastered

The art of rhyming, perfect timing, shining like a diamond, try and

Drop a diamond.

1999, a nigga dying ‘cause in

The Last Days, The Beast is gonna come arrest this nation

I’m in arrest, waiting, under investigation.

Police

Talk about me.

Paid lawyer?

It had to be.

Fake

Judge said, «You got a G.»

I had a G, earn a decent

Salary, got the Long Beach Precinct mad at me, thirty-three

G’s on my head, dirty D.T.'s nabbing me

Forced arrest, grabbing me, nightsticks stabbing me, but I ain’t

Having me getting fucked up by a battery

Backs fake, police fatality, stay mad at me, it had to be

The saddest day of their life when a cop died

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