Artist: Drapht Album: Pale Rider Song: Weather Man Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com [Verse 1] I lock stock in one smoking tongue Punch lines break your ribs, follow through to puncture lungs The chosen one, infidel so I rebel Got his beats locked down in an H-Block cell They kill at random, accused of being crazy Give whiplash to slip mats while flirting with ladies There's no maybes, just make up your mind The masterpiece will never cease, it's the perfect time Divine way of thought, break the law Walk from shadow to shadow, we'll never get caught You know the sort, I need to fuck up the system Paralysed by the rhythm, make you sit back and listen This ain't wisdom, it's just a madman on the loose Getting more heated than a body builder on the juice Here's a noose to put to use, the truth is deadly You won't get far like having no wheels on a treadly So don't tempt me or feel the wrath of Drapht The aftermath you left shattered like shards of glass Fuck the past, I'm living in today Can see right through the fake like an x-ray Never obey, living in a giant's world Crushing anything in my path, never let my head swell So when exactly were you gonna sell? Ninety percent of your listeners are nine to ten-year-old girls [Samples] "You laugh till your motherfuckin ass gets drafted" --> Eminem "Taking out you suckers and you don't know how I did it" --> D-Nice "The Weatherman lands at high noon ready to drop shit" --> Evidence [Verse 2] Follow no footsteps, make my own path I'm blinded by temptation, guided by stars On charge, the target large to massive From bar brawls to road rage with cars in traffic Light that matchstick, feed my fuel Sweat drips off my nose, I can't keep my cool So I'm stranded, with an upper hand I have landed Above standard, your total attention is demanded Gotta abandon any dead weight I'm dead straight to break through before it's too late Keep faith like Dash, I will never stop Shape shifting from the matrix to a telephone box Block your move, the draw card is destined The Sundance Kid in this Syllabolic western Ask the question, is there long term effects? The answer's yes, you're left with a dislocated neck [Samples] "You laugh till your motherfuckin ass gets drafted" --> Eminem "Taking out you suckers and you don't know how I did it" --> D-Nice "The Weatherman lands at high noon ready to drop shit" --> Evidence [Verse 3] To end it off, it's a brand new era Got no position or power in this war against terror Learn to live in the shadows of our ministers One man fucks up and it affects all the innocent Select the finisher, just wipe the slate I wasn't told we lived just for the United States Now it's too late, the ball begins to roll You sold your soul not even for the green and gold Told I can't grow old, place the time limit To live out my dreams, counting down the dying minutes One thing that stuns me living in this country Howard says about as many intelligent things as Humphrey Try and hunt me, I can't be stopped Exist in the back of your head next to the pile of rocks Tick tock, your time's up, lights out Drapht the head-hunter, you better duck and move south Me and my big mouth manage to vanish When anyone starts to talk about paying for the damage It's a dynamic force, torture towns Shake up your balance, leave worlds upside down I astound in a pronoun perspective Drapht, S-B-X, kid it's getting fuckin hectic So call the medic, mankind's been hit Much too weak to retaliate, just sit and get a grip [Samples] "You laugh till your motherfuckin ass gets drafted" --> Eminem "Taking out you suckers and you don't know how I did it" --> D-Nice "The Weatherman lands at high noon ready to drop shit" --> Evidence "Fanatic" "I got the wild style" --> Big L "Turntable dead eyes, turn shit up" [Turntablism to end]