In The Rain

[Canibus]
Serial killer slasher, Rip the Jacker //
Been on America’s Most, and still can’t be captured //
Think about it, how am I supposed to feel? //
If you ain’t have a record deal, how would you feel? //
In a world where it seems like you all alone //
Like my name didn’t help the rap market grow //
Like I’m hardly gold, like I ain’t got a remarkable flow //
And I deserve to die old and broke //
I’d rather have an overdose doing coke, or dope, or both //
Getting bathed in a bathhouse by Dorothy Dandritch //
Halle Berry, and Jennifer Lo, bending over for soap //
What a way to go //
A friend of mine told me that I know a lot of nothing //
I looked him in the eyes and said, “At least I know something” //
I know I’ve been driving all night through the rain, and I’m looking for a sunny day //
I want to run away //
[Canibus]
I’ll be the first one to tell you I’m an ill emcee //
But I’m a human-being, and if you prick me, I’ll bleed //
I might bleed internally, but it’s still hurting me //
Can-I-Bus is not what he deserves to be //
I just want to rhyme, I don’t want to beef with you //
But if you bite me, I’ma put my teeth in you //
I want the whole world to say, “Canibus, I believe in you” //
The same way my man Ricky Lee would do //
Don't stereotype us, we freedom fighters //
We drive all night through the rain with no wipers //
I paid that price a couple of times //
And when I’m on the mic, I spit double the rhymes //
I ain’t scared of the competition //
But I want you to listen to me, even when I’m not ripping //
I hope you never have to feel my pain //
I hope you never have to drive all night through the rain //
[Canibus]
Will somebody please tell me, what does it take? //
I’ve been on promotional tours from State to State //
I’ve done a hundred-bars on mixtape //
People recognize the face, but the sales don’t equate //
I guess I plead guilty, if ripping a rhyme is a crime //
‘Cause I’ma get mine or die trying //
I’m verbally inclined to shine //
I spin like a turbine that blow the rain clouds out the sky //
I drive through the rain ‘till the roads get dry //
Bona fide gladiator that was born to ride //
You could never put a price on my pride //
If I have to, I’ll swim against the tide ‘till my arms get tired //
But I won’t disappear and I will not be quiet //
Or get pushed to the side; I will not be denied //
Keep my eyes on the prize and ignore the pain //
No matter how long I gotta drive through the rain //