Cold Rain

[Intro] Lets try something new It's been a long time coming! Let me try something brand new Hey yo Ski! What you ever do, man? Come on! Yo, what we doing it for? This is for all the day-trippers and the hipsters Whores and the fashionistas Spiritual leaders practicing all the laws of attraction The teachers who read the passages from the Bhagavad Gita That be bustin off Dalai Lama's or flashing heaters The last of the boosters With the shooting, the thugging and all the booning and spooning And all the crooning, and cooning and auto-tuning, alive You be tellin, peddlin' to consumers I'm helping them to see through it Get with this new movement, let's move it [Hook] Feel the cold rain Still I'm standing right here Even the winter summer days Yeah I'm a product of Reaganomics From the blocks where he rocking the feds like J Electronica Drop and make this a lock If he promises where the heart is Whether Jesus or Mohammed, regardless of where the mosque is They hope for the Apocalypse like a self-fulfilling prophecy Tell me when do we stop it? Do they ask you your religion before you rent an apartment? Is the answer burning Korans So that we can defend Islamics? The end is upon us with a hashtag - a trending topic You take away the freedoms that we invite in the game Then you disrespect the soldiers, you ask them to die in vain In a desert praying for rain The music's like a drug, and they tend to take it to vein It ain't for the well-behaved The soundtrack for when you're great but its more for when you've felt afraid More than your average rapper So you sort of felt the way The brain is like a cage, you a slave, that is why they lovin' you This is the book that Eli that start with a KW [Hook] Feel the cold rain Still I'm standing right here Even the winter summer days I do it for the trappers, other rappers The Backpackers, the crackers The niggas, the metal-packers The victims of ghetto factories I do it for the families, citizens of humanity MC's, endangered species like manatees I do it for the future of my children They the hope for the hopeless Karma approaches, we're gon' be food for a flock of vultures The end of the world, ain't nothing left but the cockroaches and the freedom fighters We're freedom writers like Bob Moses, the chosen freedom writers like Voltaire For my block, my borough, my hood, my city, my state, yeah My obligation to my community is so clear We gotta save them, this opportunity so rare We do it so big over here that it's no fair To the punks, the bitches, the chumps, the snitches, the sneak in the game We let them live with although they're weak and they're lame The bozo's and joker's, promotin' when they're speaking my name [Hook] Feel the cold rain Still I'm standing right here Even the winter summer days