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seenick – let it rain lyrics

[intro]

ahem, it’s been a while
it’s seenick, and um…

how will they hear me now?
what if they turn me down?
see

[verse 1]

i step into the afternoon, clouds are gathering with the gloom
and i antic-p-te an angel crying weaving on a loom
mapping out the progress of life and strife and
we write it out in actions that eventually can seal our people’s doom
it’s coming soon, oppression not far from looming
i’m trying to make it through like pot-ssium into lumen
the maximum intellectual action i bring is fooling me
actually no impact can be felt by the ones i’m schooling
so why am i schooling them? i can measure a foot never ruling but then
i’m stupid to say that the people that listen to me are the ones who need rulers and
we just hooligans, trying to fight the temptations that come from a life where
our friends are out partying we in a struggle for arms, a terrible case in the suit i’m in
so the sooner that i can in it to win is the better for me, but i’m settling, see?
when i gave ‘em the medals expected to get instantaneous fame so i never can breathe
without getting a fan coming up to me, now i just feel like they looking straight through me
cooly i respond diligently with my humble self but i don’t feel like i’m moving
life is a movie, but i’m feeling like it is a tragedy saying i got a good life
but my music inside me raging a storm and i’m battling, never raggedy
cause i want, to be placed, in a sp-ce where i’m chilling and having these
supporters but in order to get it i gotta be really special and fill a niche and find a cavity, gradually
i can rise to the top, living it up until i’m inside of a box
made of pine and i rot, the decomposition of everything i was wishing to be i grind, then i stop
never grind to a halt, when they point out my faults, picking it up and i go to pour on the salt
an -ssault on the doubters, they don’t got a counter attack, so they ending up, counting up a loss
so it’s sounding like a lost, cause, you can see me up and down that i’m a boss
and i’m adding up another double you while hatred cover you it’s something new and cool and i’m a great i’m gonna cross
over to any listener who may be sinister or rapper who sounding like cr-p and pain i can administer so call me your highness or better yet say i’m a minister
a bannister breaking four from a canister of nick walker

[verse 2]

now call me lee harvey
disaster taking out the leaders they just seem to spark me
and believe it’s partially my lyrical gun c-cked
and fate and my future telling me that there’s only one shot
so why can people hate me feel i’m facing persecution
is it real or just intangible? a waste of words i’m using
i can waste a super synonym or syllable sound
before i get some recognition am i pinnacle bound, huh?
can they hear me? is the radio playing it clearly?
is it streaming and setting me up for a future of rapping or do they not care? seenick is in the bottom and trying to scale up the mountain up into the air we
can see it and feel it to deal with the pressure of making it big or just barely
i see tyranny; the rulers of rap are the dudes who put cr-p on the table
they stupid this music what happened when future start rapping he’s famous but ain’t even able
to spit with the sickness or kick about anything other than codeine and hoes mean
it’s fine but to take on the radio tell that to everyone swear that it makes me unstable, and i hate fools
so i’m snapping, an explosion, i’m poseidon, it’s my ocean
and i’m riding, a tsunami, watch them die in, slow motion
see them crying, cause i’m flying, everybody got a wing that’s broken
but i’m speaking, to get me in, and everybody recognize, when i’ve spoken
and i reach up, can i touch the sky, try to skim the clouds, and they wonder why
but i’m under lies, i got a pile of deceit that really needs to get out of here saying puns and lines
but it’s crunching time, so i grab the mic, eat a beat with the evil demonic appet-te
proving finally once and for all i have the might, and ain’t another emcee half as nice
let it rain on ‘em
let ‘em feel it and know that we got the same problem
i always came proper, but they just train to stop him
my only sane option is to let set these flames on ‘em
well is it fire or water i’m in a gutter crying and shuddering
sighing and muttering wires that cut through me like b-tter
is the system inside of a basic radio
whenever i hear it wish i was on it and it’s crazy, yo

[outro]

they gonna hear me now, ah!
you cannot turn me down, yeah
yeah, you gonna hear me now
and, you cannot turn me down, no

uh, retro(a)gression

- seenick lyrics

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