Deep Puddle Dynamics - Rainmen (Controller 7 Remix)


from here on out i'm grabbin' these rappers by their fates,
and throwin' their destinies out into that lake.
and as the earth shakes and as the snakes eat,
i found my birthplace on top of that break beat.
the beat breaks while i drink a red stripe to get my head right,
maybe put some life into this dead mic.
you fuckers got nerve, you lost between the mold and the mildew.
even if you spit that verse with bullets and tits, i wouldn't feel you.
this plant can't grow without the nurturing and nutrients,
so on i carry between the aryans and nubians.
holdin' a handful of that minnesota pork,
and if i ever blow up, i wanna fuck bjork.
let it rain, let it rain,
let the water run off of the brain.
let the drops hit my shoulders and leave permanent stains.
let one solo drip touch my heart to symbolize what it contains.
restrain these thoughts that stay locked in my darkside,
let the bumper hit the pavement, pull away and let the sparks fly.
let the children have reason to laugh,
instead of needing the craftways and passages to see their last days.

as far as me and wild animals are concerned, they're infantile.
bash, oblitteratin', rate life on the scale of chorus boy.
sing your diatribe to diabetics.
bet if me and you had to breathe the same oxygen, you'd choke, and foam goes out your headphones.
and when the men in black scurry around jump on dicks saying,
"yo champ keep they heads noddin'," i keep heads still.
steal moments from opponents.
walking a fine fabric of time between nietzche and ice cube,
fuck all y'all, i never liked any of y'all in the first place.
punch face, dickhead, step on foot, burn the bridge.
rape, pillage, take money, i saw your scribbles in the back of your last release.
haha, funny, you bring your marbles, i'll bring mine.
when our egos and balls collide, we'll have some prewritten battle rhymes.
but no, everything is cool, cold, icy, happy, glamorous.
lets all drink zima and sing we are the world.
i am the world, when i'm in the whirlpool, where all these fools get killed.
kilogram to your ass and you're bitch made like a quilt.
yeah i can drop down and meander with neandrathals and jellyfish.
the revolutionary evolutionists, let me be the tooth fairy.
'cause when it comes down to bitin', i'll make damn sure everybody
gets royalties,
and rock parliament beats instead of jel tracks.
shit, if i ever gave a fuck, i gave it away along time ago.
only time will tell in due time, we'll do time until it's overdue.
i'm the paramecium of parables, paragraphs, an emcee paradigm.
the world is my stage and stage presence(presents) for everyone.

let it rain, let it rain.
let the gutter be the book you never wrote,
let the puddle be the drawbridge and moat.
all this is soaked in the deep depths of dynamics,
all we ask is two ears and a brain.

development lyricists presented for your listening pleasure.
quadruple phonetic spitters and two by ten measures.
profess my confession, i long for this profession.
presently adhere to this artform, made accessible for those who want
to hear us.
interlock hands through a sound intake device for a filter,
constructing of percussion rhythm sections,
painstakingly built are infectious.
totally overwhelming to soul and body (it's the holy ghost),
making your physical structure appear quite shoddy.
disassembling, slowly pick apart your sound taste,
deconstructing, drawn to the floor caused by the wall you're forced to face.
and conclude that your thirst is quenched by deep puddles,
(ayo this shit is dope). but our conversation to you is subtle,
you gotta hit the rew when the fading commences.
your index extensions of your hand constantly tenses.
approximately every 5 minutes, you will repeat this motion.
over and over until your mind is convinced of this notion.
dynamics, i understand and i pledge allegiance to your music for
advanced listeners.
covering many regions and as far as i'm concerned, this group is number one,
and who knew that using my brain could be so much fun.

dose one:
four, count them, one, two, three, seven...four.
pleasantly demented stock writers, a few fall short of the paper airplane.
decided to sit in grain, paint their faces and be leaves,
light green, turned upside down in the wind.
finally someone to clap for, this toxic hermit grins,
especially men over the globe. over and back is scratched,
fizzlin' a balmy sky, it's time, to fulfill in the cosmos,
milky way styles. say it like i mean it to ease my hot head,
and to where have you been my whole life?
come on guys, let's play the sap, shoot branch, off, shoot branch.
but, "hehehe," giggle the children,
who sigh, hands folded, pencils sharpened waiting patiently
for quality bird seed and really good camp counselors who know lots of
big words.
once in awhile, it's fun to be smart and play with matches on the
darkside of the hoooo!
cock, bang, young drummer get wicked, smother rock,
and the larger ones all get confused.
so with the prostitutes, dirt, platypuses, and grandparents, fine by me,
i'm a hydrogen molecule and proud of it.
let it rain, let it rain.

let it rain, let it rain.
let the gutter be the book you never wrote,
let the puddle be the drawbridge and moat.
all this is soaked in the deep depths of dynamics,
all we ask is two ears and a planet.

Josh Martinez - The Deep End
last night i broke
something finally snapped.
i'm in a corner trapped
you spoke i smoked and sat
still soaking wet reckon i'd die if i'm mistaken.
it was all in vain, for the sane i've forsaking.

every one i know is insane. they've got madness in the brain.
going going gone off the deep end on the edge of profane profound pain
i suck down tylenol 3 if i'm at all free.
noone called to say they cared going bald
having bared my soul i pull my hair until i tear the roots out.
why do i doubt? i can't control my mind,
follow the line falling behind it's all in my mind.
man its happening all the time. i didn't wake up inspired,
i haven't even slept yet. i'm not tired.
i'm wide awake for another night of walking the thin wires
between the demons and the genius this inspires.
i am slowly going crazy...6,5,4,3,2,1 spit.
sweat dripping from my lips and i can feel myself slipping
into states beyond your grip and on cue i do a back flip.
and find myself drifting into lifting off looking off a cliff
and thinking should i jump when something starts to happen.
that creeps its way through my circuits when it works its way in deeper.
doing all nighters all too often i can't sleep.
screamin' the grim reaper cometh. spreading seeded plague.
telling me i'll bring the demon, you bring the egg.
i just want to touch that sanity,
begging on my knees please relieve me of what's left of this vanity and what's that sound?
my eyes bugging out of head, i can't stop brain please shut down,
for once and leave me alone in this basement,
all night and all day, i'll pay rent and live in the hallway.
so say those who turned to god as they prayed,
with frayed rope i let go and watch it all fade away.

as i nervously waited finding my way to breach surface,
i was elated with each purpose. so glad we made it.
she seemed so seemlessly sedated with senseless fists clenched.
the stench overwhelming. my whole body tensed.
i wrench the monkey from my back, pack my bags soak the rags
in gas take a last look back. and (blast off). then (black out)
i pop pills (on the 1) to stop chills running up my spine,
every day's a little better i lose a little more of my mind.
my tidal wave emotions pave the hopeless stain
blood spreading through the grain
and growing into flowers turning everything it touches that is plain
into powers that initiate change like cold showers in the rain.
on whose broken maimed streets i've laid in the dirt.
on whose shoes i spit shine but never called it work.
on whose shirt i've both bled and cried on,
on whose walls i write my name with a can of red krylon.
i wanna get beyond the long arm of the law.
and loot the crops and boot the cops from the corners
and the doctors from the clinics.
get in free win a new saturn see a pattern yet?
apparently you're not a doctor.
well give me my methadone, you're not so hot you can't be touched.
such thoughts should be stricken from the records sick of everybody's questions.
let me ask you this. have you ever lost your mind?
and gone blind but didn't mind the mining of your mind for diamonds,
when i'm in the business of making what's yours mine
and my mind is fine but i've lost it...6,5,4,3,2,1 spit.
i need a new pearl of wisdom for this black cloud to follow.
i act proud and swallow pride intact although i'm not allowed to wallow
on the inside. i act introverted.
but i made a pact with laughter and it's perverted
the very thoughts the doctor's were after
until disaster struck i was the king of the castle,
the slave and the vassal, the ways of the mistress and masters
crazed craving for power, that's what i'm after.
i need a new pearl of wisdom curled up positon hazy,
feel the real fade and kiss the closest thing you know to crazy.
watch it all fade away...