June 26th, 1999 - Rainmen (Controller 7 Remix)

I'll take seven emcees, put ‘em in a line
Shoot ‘em and sell their clothes to get my wisdom teeth pulled
From here on out I'm grabbing these rappers by their fates
And throwing their destinies out into that lake
And as the earth shakes and as the snakes eat
I found my birth place on top of that break beat

The beat breaks while I drink a Red Stripe to get my head right
Maybe put some life into this dead mic
You fuckers got nerve, you're lost between mold and the mildew
If you spit that verse with bullets and tits I wouldn't feel you

This plan can't grow without the nurturing and nutrients
So on I carry between the aryans and nubians (come together)
Holding a head full of that Minnesota pork
And if I ever blow up, I wanna fuck Björk (you know my stee)

Let it rain, let it rain, let the water run off of the brain
Let the drops hit my shoulders and leave permanent stains
Let one solo drip touch my heart and symbolize what it contains
Restrain these thoughts that stay locked in my dark side
Let the bumper hit the pavement, pull away and let the sparks fly
Let the children have reason to laugh
Instead of needing to craft ways and passages to see their last days

As far as me and water animals are concerned are infantile
Past obliterating, rate life on a scale of chorus boy
Save your diatribes for diabetics
Bet if me and you had to breathe the same oxygen you'd choke
And foam comes out your headphones

And little men in black would scurry around and jump on dicks
Saying "Yo champ, keep the heads noddin'", I keep heads still
Steal moments from opponents lucky to find fabric in time
Between Nietzsche and Ice Cube
Fuck all of y'all, never like any of ya'll in the first place

Punch face, dickhead, step on foot, burn bridge
Rape, pillage, save money
I saw your scribbles in the back of your last release, ha ha, funny
You bring your marbles, I'll bring mine
When our ego's and balls collide, you'll have some pre-written battle rhymes

But no, everything is cool, cold, icey, happy, glamorous
Let's all drink Zima and sing ‘We Are The World'
I am the world, where I am a whirlpool where all these fools get killed
Kilogram to your ass and you bitch made like a quilt

Yeah I can drop down and meander with neanderthals and jelly fish
The revolutionary evolutionist, let me be the tooth fairy
'Cause when it comes down to bitin', I make damn sure everyone gets royalties
And rock Parliment beats instead of Jel's tracks

Shit, if I ever gave a fuck, I gave it away a long time ago
Only time will tell, in due time until it's over
The paramecium of parables, paragraphs and emcee favorite tongue
The world is my stage, and stage presence for everyone

Let it rain, let it rain
Let the gutter be the book you never wrote
Let the bottle be the drawbridge and moat
All this is soaked in the deep depths of Dynamics
All we ask is two ears and a planet

Developed materialist presented for your listening pleasure
Quadruple phonetic spitters in two by ten measures
Profess my confession
I longed for this profession presently here
This art form ain't accessible for those who want to hear us

Interlock hands through a sound and tape device through a filter
Constructing of percussion, rhythm sections, painstakingly built are
Infectious, totally overwhelming to soul and body
It's the Holy Ghost, making you physical structure appear quite shoddy
Disassembling, slowly pick apart your sound taste
Deconstructing, jotted the four across the wall your forced to face

And conclude that your thirst is quenched by Deep Puddles
"Ayo this shit is dope!", but our conversation to you is subtle
You gotta hit that R-E-W when the fading commences
Your index extensions of your hand constantly tenses
Approximately every five minutes you will repeat this motion
Over and over until your mind's convinced of this notion

"Dynamics, I understand, and I pledge allegiance
To your music for advanced listeners covering many regions
And as far as I'm concerned, this group is number one
And who knew that using my brain could be so much fun"

Four, count them, one, two, three, seven, four
Pleasantly demented stock riders a few volts short of a paper airplane
Decided to sit ingrain, paint their faces and be leaves
Light green, turned upside down in the wind
Finally, someone to clap for, this toxic hermit grins

Especially men who look the globe over and back
Scratch, fizzlin' a balmy sky, it's time
If you live in the cosmos, milky way style
Say it like I mean it, to ease my hard head
And to where have you been my whole life, c'mon guys
Let's play the sap, shoot branch, off, shoot branch

But "hee hee hee" giggle the children
Who's shot? Hands folded, pencils sharpened
Waiting patiently for quality birdseed
And really cool camp counselors who know lots of big words
Once in a while it's fun to be smart
And play with matches on the dark side of the–Whoa!
Cock bang, young drummer get wicked
Smaller rock, and the larger ones all get confused
So with the prostitutes or platypuses
And grandparents fond on me
I'm a hydrogen molecule and proud of it

Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain

Let it rain, let it rain
Let the gutter be the book you never wrote
Let the bottle be the drawbridge and moat
All this is soaked in the deep depths of Dynamics
All we ask is two ears and a planet