Verse 1 (Cynic):
They say my actions make me feel all alone
I suppose but my calm is when I sit down and smoke
The truth: I couldn’t feel more at home
My MO: Let ‘em know we are ready to go
Cross these lines and get sent to the morgue
If I repent, then I meet the good Lord and settle my scores
The odds against us, I don’t think it’ll happen
It’s fucking tragic the way we still trapped in this madness

Verse 2 (Sick Jacken):
A street story never changеs, it just stays the same
Crime for infamy, to bring thе metal rain is the way to fame
It leaves the city in a state of pain
In all reality you get caught in a storm and remain unnamed
The weatherman just forecast hail of ammunition
I got the city shook like they seen an apparition
I’m waiting for raindrops to fall and start hissing
My street platoon will just embark on another mission

Chorus:
Rain comes and floods
The city want pain
Just because the gun reigns
Make you lose your mind
Bullet to your brain
War leaving you all a blood stain
Verse 3 (Cynic):
We still bring the weather report for rain
The conditions in the underground, the factions of war
It’s the biggest steel storm ever to form over the city of God
Flood the city of Sodom
From L.A. to Ramallah, praise Yeshua Holla
But the media made me worship the dollar
It’s certain shit, the verse is quick
What it is? The Beast got a hold of our spirit
Look in the mirror, that’ why homies don’t prosper
Cynic The Mobster, corrupted by the evil of monsters
Lucifer, son of the morning, forever will haunt him
I feel the calm before the storm
Sometimes when the heavens crack
And we can (…) sit on the throne

Verse 4 (Sick Jacken):
A soldier roams, a lot colder from the covert arms
Battles between the mask and skull and bones
The last Bush drew blood
That whole dynasty is full of thorns
They left a street depression muffled by the bullet swarms
We weather the storm with Hail Mary’s
Your legendary Christ ain’t suffice to stop it, it gets real heavy
The metal rain’s deadly, don’t let it get you wet
If you ain’t ready, it’d be very hard to resurrect
When black clouds form, the clack’s now on
I shoot back with it hoping I don’t clap my own
I’m on a flood, watch, homie, ‘cause it’s too hot still
And blood drops when these 2 blocks kill
It’s too real when the…
Chorus:
Rain comes and floods
The city want pain
Just because the gun reigns
Make you lose your mind
Bullet to your brain
War leaving you all a blood stain