Sick Jacken, Cynic - Metal Rain lyrics
[Sick Jacken, Cynic - Metal Rain lyrics]
They say my actions make me feel all alone
I suppose but my calm is when
I sit down and smoke
The truth: I couldn't feel more at home
My MO: Let ‘em know we are ready to go
Cross these lines and get sent to the morgue
If I repent, then I meet the good Lord
And settle my scores the odds against us
I don’t think it'll happen
It's fucking tragic the way we
Still trapped in this madness
A street story never changes
It just stays the same ride for infamy
To bring the metal rain is the way to fame
That leaves the city in a state of pain
In our reality you get caught in
A storm and remain inane
The weatherman just forecast
Hale of ammunition i got the city shook like
They seen an apparition
I’m waiting for raindrops to
Fall and start hissing
My street platoon will just
Embark on another mission
Rain comes and floods
The city want pain just
Because the gun reigns
Make you lose your mind bullet to your brain
War leaving you all with blood stains
We still bring the weather report for rain
The conditions in the underground
The factions of war
It's the biggest steel storm ever to
Form over the city of God
Flood the city of Sodom
From LA to Ramallah, praise Yeshua Holla
But the media made me worship the dollar
It's certain shi, the verse is quick
What it is? The Beast got
A hold of our spirit look in the mirror
That' why homies don't prosper
Cynic The Mobster
Corrupted by the evil of monsters
Lucifer, son of the morning
Forever will haunt him
I feel the calm before the storm
Sometimes when the heavens crack
And we can () sit on the throne
A soldier roams
A lot colder from the covert arms
Battles between the mask and skull and bones
The last Bush drew blood
That whole dynasty is full of thorns
They left a street depression muffled
By the bullet swarms
We weather the storm with Hail Mary's
Your legendary Christ ain't suffice
To stop it, it gets real heavy
The metal rain's deadly
Don’t let it get you wet if you ain’t ready
It'd be very hard to resurrect
Where the blak ops form, the clock’s now on
I shoot back where they're hoping
I don't clap my own
I'm on a flood, watch, homie
‘cause it’s too hot still
And blood drops when these 2 blocks kill
It's too real when the
Rain, guns and floods
The city want pain just
Because the gun reigns
Make you lose your mind bullet to your brain
War leaving you all with blood stains
I suppose but my calm is when
I sit down and smoke
The truth: I couldn't feel more at home
My MO: Let ‘em know we are ready to go
Cross these lines and get sent to the morgue
If I repent, then I meet the good Lord
And settle my scores the odds against us
I don’t think it'll happen
It's fucking tragic the way we
Still trapped in this madness
A street story never changes
It just stays the same ride for infamy
To bring the metal rain is the way to fame
That leaves the city in a state of pain
In our reality you get caught in
A storm and remain inane
The weatherman just forecast
Hale of ammunition i got the city shook like
They seen an apparition
I’m waiting for raindrops to
Fall and start hissing
My street platoon will just
Embark on another mission
Rain comes and floods
The city want pain just
Because the gun reigns
Make you lose your mind bullet to your brain
War leaving you all with blood stains
We still bring the weather report for rain
The conditions in the underground
The factions of war
It's the biggest steel storm ever to
Form over the city of God
Flood the city of Sodom
From LA to Ramallah, praise Yeshua Holla
But the media made me worship the dollar
It's certain shi, the verse is quick
What it is? The Beast got
A hold of our spirit look in the mirror
That' why homies don't prosper
Cynic The Mobster
Corrupted by the evil of monsters
Lucifer, son of the morning
Forever will haunt him
I feel the calm before the storm
Sometimes when the heavens crack
And we can () sit on the throne
A soldier roams
A lot colder from the covert arms
Battles between the mask and skull and bones
The last Bush drew blood
That whole dynasty is full of thorns
They left a street depression muffled
By the bullet swarms
We weather the storm with Hail Mary's
Your legendary Christ ain't suffice
To stop it, it gets real heavy
The metal rain's deadly
Don’t let it get you wet if you ain’t ready
It'd be very hard to resurrect
Where the blak ops form, the clock’s now on
I shoot back where they're hoping
I don't clap my own
I'm on a flood, watch, homie
‘cause it’s too hot still
And blood drops when these 2 blocks kill
It's too real when the
Rain, guns and floods
The city want pain just
Because the gun reigns
Make you lose your mind bullet to your brain
War leaving you all with blood stains