[00:09.25]Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
[00:15.85]Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
[00:20.20]Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
[00:22.95]Quicksand my brain, it's like I'm sinkin' in the pain
[00:25.49]I sleep all day so I be woke all night
[00:27.97]The second BONES come around, watch how they walk on thin ice
[00:30.77]I kick [?] raps and rhymes, that's all that I like
[00:33.14]But I had my fair share now, cause I'm at a new point in my life
[00:36.26]Why you droolin' over some shit?
[00:37.67]We makin' these hits
[00:38.41]That microphone in my fist has paid for all of this shit
[00:41.42]You see the whip, the house, the jewels, and clothes
[00:43.97]But you don't see the inside of my mind when the door closed
[00:46.72]I clam up, slam shut, and keep to myself
[00:49.06]And there's a reason for that
[00:50.75]Look at the world we livin' in
[00:52.03]One look around will have you for sure feelin' me
[00:54.52]My infamy is difference, see I'm on a new frequency
[00:57.35]That only a few can pick up
[00:59.35]Attention all MCs, step to me, get ripped up
[01:02.25]Knock, knock, who's there? It's the man with the plan
[01:05.52]It's the corpse with the flows bringin' you to an end
[01:07.70]Knock, knock, who's there? It's the man with the plan
[01:10.31]It's the corpse with the flows bringin' you to an end
[01:13.05]Yeah
[01:13.52]Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
[01:16.07]Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
[01:21.51]I alienate myself from those who love me
[01:26.17]Loco still, my social skills is rusty
[01:29.03]Slayer like Buffy, my focal point is
[01:31.66]Stayin' on track like a locomotive
[01:34.24]And if I do crash, whether off or on purpose
[01:36.56]I fake my death, move away, and never resurface
[01:39.78]I'm the resurgence every time that the drought hits
[01:42.33]Lord BONES turn a tap into a fountain
[01:45.04]Lost track of the classics, I've dropped, I'm done countin'
[01:47.54]I live off the flows, I give 'em just like allowance
[01:50.27]Gettin' too big for their britches, it's time to [?]
[01:53.35]Got the underground on lock, I am the [?]
[01:55.58]Dead shit buckshot, locked on your head, nigga
[01:58.24]Dead shit buckshot, locked on your head, ****
[02:01.09]That's just life for the original
[02:02.97]No employee, got our own business now
[02:05.95]Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
[02:10.64]Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame

Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
Quicksand my brain, it's like I'm sinkin' in the pain
I sleep all day so I be woke all night
The second BONES come around, watch how they walk on thin ice
I kick raps and rhymes, that's all that I like
But I had my fair share now, cause I'm at a new point in my life
Why you droolin' over some shit?
We makin' these hits
That microphone in my fist has paid for all of this shit
You see the whip, the house, the jewels, and clothes
But you don't see the inside of my mind when the door closed
I clam up, slam shut, and keep to myself
And there's a reason for that
Look at the world we livin' in
One look around will have you for sure feelin' me
My infamy is difference, see I'm on a new frequency
That only a few can pick up
Attention all MCs, step to me, get ripped up
Knock, knock, who's there? It's the man with the plan
It's the corpse with the flows bringin' you to an end
Knock, knock, who's there? It's the man with the plan
It's the corpse with the flows bringin' you to an end
Yeah
Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
I alienate myself from those who love me
Loco still, my social skills is rusty
Slayer like Buffy, my focal point is
Stayin' on track like a locomotive
And if I do crash, whether off or on purpose
I fake my death, move away, and never resurface
I'm the resurgence every time that the drought hits
Lord BONES turn a tap into a fountain
Lost track of the classics, I've dropped, I'm done countin'
I live off the flows, I give 'em just like allowance
Gettin' too big for their britches, it's time to
Got the underground on lock, I am the
Dead shit buckshot, locked on your head, nigga
Dead shit buckshot, locked on your head, ****
That's just life for the original
No employee, got our own business now
Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame
Singin' in the rain, dealin' with the shame