Reign Rain - The Cutlery, Blanka, Mr. J. Medeiros

I was sweating in the summer thinking fuck it’s really coming

I mean something like our number maybe second might be coming

Every second in the tundra be effecting what we under

When we can’t reflect the sun or keep our decks out of our lumber

Or our dicks out of our countries sentiments and prideful feelings

Got us picking out a HUM V no respect to climate’s ceilings

Hit our head on every warning no consenting and no yielding

Simpletons they call me corny but it won’t be in our fields when…

It’s too hot

Ain’t nobody coming for us cus

It’s too hot

Got a run without a forest

It’s too hot

Nah, ain’t nobody coming for us cus

It’s too hot

Mother Earth say’s

Fuck you and Chuck Norris

This ain’t a rapture well yes it’s a rap sure

But what’s a voice these days to the choice’s we’ve made

Boy don’t you know that we asked for it

How long fore it start killing

Uh, mother fucker it is

You mean first world people with they feet all up

Just under fifty years

Maybe…

Rain rain why’d you go away

We thought we would reign reign

Nah no not today

Ring ring this ain’t no service call

You can beg you plead you can pray

But there ain’t another Earth for y’all

Rain rain how long you staying

We thought you would change change

But you just kept reigning

Ring ring guess we missed the call

The smell of fresh air in an open field

Ahhh, still don’t mean shit to y’all

Economics statistics that knowledge is cryptic

The power of politics hollows and shifts it

You follow their lips disemboweled linguistics

Then swallow their tips like it’s Montague’s dick

Like how did I miss it all of that college was shit

With it’s physics wow I’m so gifted

When logical fallacy comes in your cognitive

Thats called a conjugal visit

Now why I gotta share the blame I ain’t got a jet up in the air I gotta share a

plane

A couple hundred heads is stuck in there and still they can’t complain

Even when I go from here to there I gotta take a train

Or I gotta take my trainers I ain’t gotta thank the tankers

What they spillin I ain’t fillin I ain’t got a vein to drillin

I ain’t tryna make a million off the conscience of civilians

I ain’t got a billion dollars worth of product made by children

And still I gotta ties to it and it’s all advertisements

Fillin up my box till I spill it in a box

Now I gotta pay the bill to recycle it

Well who am I then if they are they

But another subversion

Cus we all one person saying a ok ok till its…

It’s too hot

Ain’t nobody coming for us cus

It’s too hot

Got a run without a forest

It’s too hot

Nah, ain’t nobody coming for us cus

It’s too hot

Mother Earth say’s

Fuck you and Chuck Norris

This ain’t a rapture well yes it’s a rap sure

But what’s a voice these days to the choice’s we’ve made

Boy don’t you know that we asked for it

How long fore it start killing

Uh, mother fucker it is

You mean first world people with they feet all up

Just under fifty years

Maybe…

Rain rain why’d you go away

We thought we would reign reign

Nah no not today

Ring ring this ain’t no service call

You can beg you plead you can pray

But there ain’t another Earth for y’all

Curtain call up in the hall of uppers thought you were the tallest of us

Caught you like a dolphin netting off the smallest portion of us left

You know them broker brothers y’all know that stock that suffers

Now they choking on their cocks I call that a stocking stuffer

Sock or puppet either or you got no pulpit feet are more your target market

Eat’em for you starve the tar pits we ain’t tryna talk in public

Seagulls even know the culprit feeding off our floating products

We ain’t tryna hold up profits speeding up the whole damn process