[Verse 1: Pat Juba]
We do what we do for income and then some
Lost Black warriors inside of dimension
Damaging self in flotation like planets
Moon circulate, divide just like fractions
Judge by action, vivid, livid and maxing
Add-on styles and yet cargo subtraction
Live inside of your mind, we be broadcasting
Struggling sum, this warm sun got me fasting
Ill means, being a fiend to square labels and tags
In pitch blackness pushing a broke wag
Four wheels that peel, swerve out and hit a pole
Split one for one, handle yourself is the goal
Arctic snow, polar caps and ill blizzards
Goose down highly insulated Black wizards
Born hard, formulating poison like lizard
I burn ism with ill liquid that be fizzing
Earth spirits be all around trying to enter
Switching my zone, totally open, not center
Break off, splinter, deep red like magenta
Simple like breathing charisma, higher mentals
[Chorus: Sep Sev Sev Two]
Thunder only happens when it's raining
(Thunder only happens when it's raining)
Egos only cloud the music made
(Egos only cloud the music made)
Compensation, it will come and it will go
(Compensation, it will come and it will go)
When the storms roll through, man, you will know
(When the storms roll through)
[Verse 2: Sep Sev Sev Two]
Some rob and steal to get the mass appeal
Some thieve and jack to keep the upper hand
Some shake and take to reach that next meal
And some do it for the simple fact that they can
I try to understand how it expands
I fly through, let's predict where I'll land
My times took my development stages
Yet my rhyme book's thicker than the yellow pages
Let's all smile, like as if nothing's wrong
Slow down, child, 'cause my stride is too strong
Dismiss your notions of incompetence
This is that potent shit you wanted, kid
I haunted it, snuck behind it, grabbed it by the Pumas and tripped it
Dipped out the room before it spun to see the culprit
Now seek, feel the fear 'cause there's only been a few in here
So I'ma take respect as a souvenir
Everybody crying that they label does 'em wrong
To me, that's like complaining when your pimp beats you
What'd you expect? You traded respect for currency
Well, certainly the veteran players will defeat you
[Chorus: Sep Sev Sev Two]
Thunder only happens when it's raining
(Thunder only happens when it's raining)
Egos only cloud the music made
(Egos only cloud the music made)
Compensation, it will come and it will go
(Compensation, it will come and it will go)
When the storms roll through, man, you will know
(When the storms roll through, man)
[Verse 3: Mr. Gene Poole]
I'm true to this 'til somebody pulls my plug
Or fluid fills my lungs from an overdose of drugs
Or someone loosens my lugs while I'm rolling four wheels through sludge
Dealing with a crew's grudge, it's beef, gunpowder filled slugs
Whenever your ready to bug, I got the dubs
Mixed on both sides with cuts to show you good or bad love
Don't judge the buds 'til you smoke 'em
They disrespect, I'll make sure the hold on they neck is firm enough to choke 'em
Then I poke 'em with the dagger I keep cloaked under my coat
Murder is more than she wrote, bitch didn't say shit about the crow
I quote a famous nobody by yellin', "Fuck you!"
Which is how you feel about me in the streets my feet are stuck to
I pull more weight than trucks doing work on interstate
Construction, potholes, obstacles, I take out obstructions
Without giving instructions, I'm skilled to operate
All the mind-changing equipment that makes fools cooperate
MCs can cop they fates from me
'Cause I sell tickets to the gates of Hell and front row seats
First class, my verses crash niggas on beats
Like malfunctioning planes tryna land on runways covered with sleet
[Chorus: Sep Sev Sev Two]
Thunder only happens when it's raining
(Thunder only happens when it's raining)
Egos only cloud the music made
(Egos only cloud the music made)
Compensation, it will come and it will go
(Compensation, it will come and it will go)
When the storms roll through, man, you'll know
(When the storms roll through, man)
[Outro: Mr. Gene Poole]
Yeah, it's like (When your soul has turned to stone)
The music builds the mood
We build the music (And your songs are not your own), so it's up to us
To either make or break the fucking attitude
When your soul has turned to stone
Dynospectrum (And your songs are not your own)
Woundwart, Sep Seven, Juba, Gene Poole
When your soul has turned to stone
And your songs are not your own
