Now what you know about a downpour of diction
Ignition of cerebellum friction
4 AM and a notebook addiction
Mr. Weather Man, we don't need no prediction
It's about to be a storm
When it form, wrecking havoc on the norm
When the air get right and the thoughts condense
And it makes sense, everybody's getting drenched
And then I flow with the fluidest
Overlook me, you shouldn't be doing this
I don't make it rain, I make tsunamis
I don't write words, I write origami
With electric linguists
I'ma fly, no words ever wingless
I'm a hawk with my talk
I'm an eagle with a piece of
Pterodactyl with a pack of, paper
Rain, sleet, hail, snow
Spark, pour, feel, flow
Muse, vision, think, blow
Every time I brainstorm, better get a poncho
Rain, sleet, hail, snow
Spark, pour, feel, flow
Muse, vision, think, blow
Every time I brainstorm, better get a poncho
So let it drizzle every time that I scribble
And let it pour every time I need more
Overcast in my cranium, I need to write soon
And with the right tune I could make a typhoon
Look into my eye
There's nobody on the planet getting by
Tell 'em I , never will lapse
As I blast syntax from a synapse
As I'm accumulating nouns
Well endowed with a cumulus cloud
To precipitate puns
And funnel all my thoughts spittin' twisters with my tongue
They don't do it like I do
Neuron recital, brain waves tidal
Trying to sort through the rain
Barracudas in my veins and Bermuda in my brain
Rain, sleet, hail, snow
Spark, pour, feel, flow
Muse, vision, think, blow
Every time I brainstorm, better get a poncho
Rain, sleet, hail, snow
Spark, pour, feel, flow
Muse, vision, think, blow
Every time I brainstorm, better get a poncho