[Intro: The Last Poets]
Radar, sonar, laser beams
Jets, tanks, submarines
Megathons, H-bombs, napalm, ga—

I got the shit you would light with a lighter
Fuck a lighter, I could light on the stove
Dark at night, I'll drop a log on the fire
Wander in the woods out in the cold
I got the shit you could play for your mama
I got the shit you could play for the hoes
I got the shit you could sell to the trappers
In Decatur with the 'K and the Colt
I know some rappers that—how I'ma say this?
I know some rappers that pay but broke
Lotta money but you played your soul
You played yourself, you played the role
I know some niggas from down the street
Some of my niggas been down the road
Lost a nigga that was down with me
You know what they say, it rains, it pours

Woah, woah, woah, uh
It rains, it pours
Yeah, okay, okay, chill, woah
It rains, it pours
Uh, look, okay
It rains, it pours

They got the shit they could pull out
I know it could blow out a back, yeah
They got the cure to the vaxx
Facts, you know where it's at
They put the money, the crack in a sack
They got the axis, they got the Atlas, they got the maps
I got a real real real bad bitch
I just told her to come to the back (Oh man)
They got the people in office
Them crackers that had us in chains
They make the laws, they goin' hard
Dang, they even started a gang
How you gon' win in a losable game?
Make a change, man, niggas say the same thing
Every day, complain and the sun shine
And the cloud rain, but won't lift a finger
In the danger, niggas been endangered
Been indentured, now my niggas got business ventures
With my. 9, I'm like ten Avengers
Snap a finger, I could end adventures
Rapper? Singer? No, killer, nigga
You a copper, you a nigga killer

It rains, it pours
It rains, it pours
It rains, it, okay, okay
It rains, it pours
That verse, let's try it
It rains, it pours

Man, they won't understand, man
And, man, they won't understand, man
And, man, they won't understand
I live in harmony and peace
And the sun will once again rise up in the East

Look, somebody told me when I was small
That the pride comin' right before the fall
God son died for us all
So for mine, I'm running through a wall
Lost a battle, it's still a war
I'ma steal the cattle, then burn the farm
We could travel but the journey long
I prefer we get a lil' murder on
Drop the top on your convertible
How we feelin' should concern you
We been speakin' but ain't never been heard
So now we screamin' at you word-for-word
Everything a nigga learned gotta burn
My lil' nigga in a hearse, I was hurt
Fuck a rap and fuck a verse, I could blur it
Tryna see how many urns I could earn
Are you really—

You feel me?
Alright, thank you