It's best you let me wander or I'll taunt
Ya with my brain
I'm the editor-in-chief,
The leaf-a-rap a dope shit, antique
Rope kits for the hang time, a
heinous crime
'Cause I drain his mind. Open it up,
oh...not
The same as mine, not the same ass
rhyme
Nickel plated statements with nickel
plated
Knuckle faded faces. No matter what
the Race is I hope ya cockpit got shit,
I stock
Hits. Inventory glorious. I owe me this
I'm on my homies shit - the homeless
shown
This skill is real when I attack from
the
Back I'll say a rhyme then
Looking At The Rain
Looking at the rain
Feeling the pain
Of love lost running though
My brain
Looking at the wind
Watching it spin
The leaves along the street
You win
Waiting for a line to fall
Telling you it's all a big mistake
Looking at a face
So out of place
Inside that picture frame
Of lace
Looking at the wall
Wishing you'd call
And tell me you're OK
That's all
Wishing this was all a dream
And I'd find you sleeping when I wake
Looking at the trees
So ill at ease
From sleep that will not come
That's me
Looking at the dawn
Knowing it's wrong
Still thinking of your love
That's gone
Wishing this was all a dream
And I'd find you sleeping when I wake
Looking at the rain
Feeling the pain
Of love lost running though
My brain
Looking at the wind
Watching it spin
The leaves along the street
You win
Waiting for a line to fall
Telling you it's all a big mistake
But the words won't come
I know I'd feel the same
Looking at the rain