Psykeclops - Against The Grain (Heavy Rain) lyrics

[Hook] Down Never falling down Down, down [Verse 1: mr.blankslate] Blankslate all up in your house Studied, composed, silent as a mouse Lies you impose, so I call you out Eviscerate your state, and clean your dirty mouth And if you want hate, then you best fly south Or sit on your couch like a spotted grouse Cause sh** I don't take, sh** I'm not about Apart of the structure like water in the grout [Hook] [Verse 2: Psykeclops] I don't see why you bragging You flying around, half a** like f**ing Spyro the dragon You can't even imagine how much weight that I've been dragging Packing my bags, and making my Hip way to top of the Hop [Verse 3: mr.blankslate] So you can play b**h, proceeding to pout Or catch all my fish, starving all the trout But I'mma break out like a dwarven stout Sounds I shout when I call my scout Like 0-6 Niner, we're in route Ever falling down like clowns in the gout Without a doubt, when I see the blood spouts on the way to the mount Rap is vampiric and I am your count So you better watch out [Hook] [Verse 4: mr.blankslate] I wanna be part of a different game Ever falling down like the rain When people feel shame and the kids are in pain Not feeling vain til the day I'm slain Against the grain in every way that I play Cain is the name to fame, I won't stray But I need my pay so for that I will pray Writing down my issues til they go away Crying out my tissues to live another day [Hook] [Verse 5: Psykeclops] To be frank, I'm feeling fickle Flabbergastedly Stuck inside a pickle Flipping nickel to decide if life is simple Not even a little I'm just a little speck of spittle Spitting, getting spun in circles in the f**ing middle [Verse 6: mr.blankslate] COdominance Running sh** like a rebel province Word providence My flows are bottomless and I am bombing sh** I am strongest, ain't never gonna quit Cause every little bar is intricate And every single rhyme could be infinite Cause I make them intimate Hope you're not ignorant Title of the flick is a mob hit Mixed with a comic strip Raining like a sonic rip Anaconda fit when my phonics hit [Verse 7: Psykeclops] f** a hill, yo Go climb a mountain Every day's a f**ing challenge Try your best Surpa** the malice Fill your chalice with the fruits of your labor That's my flavor I'm the aloe vera I'm the new era I'm like a hat but I dislike that I like rap I like spitting the truth on a track I like providing peeps with a past While spitting my beats like it's math Actually my ma** is double your volume at last Take the square root of that Scratch that I dislike where I'm at I'm awry I say I don't, but I do I f**ing tried, of course I f**ing tried I faked a smile I drove a mile I broke the bottle I wiped my snottle I hit the lotto I pa**ed the punches (?) I ate the lunches I wiped my a** I pa**ed my cla** I did the math I f**ing died I added it up and what did I see? Same motherf**er staring back at me