Weather Man
low-key gangsta boom bap, dusty East Coast drums, old kung fu flick sample aura, warm vinyl crackle, smoky upright bass, muted jazz guitar stabs, chopped soul fragments, woozy tape saturation, gritty SP-style swing, nocturnal back-alley calm, measured menace, cinematic street wisdom, incense-haze atmosphere, raw drum breaks, filtered flute and zither textures, narrow-room reverb, head-nod tempo, understated but hard, analog glue, worn record texture, late-night cipher mood
Weather Man
low-key gangsta boom bap, dusty East Coast drums, old kung fu flick sample aura, warm vinyl crackle, smoky upright bass, muted jazz guitar stabs, chopped soul fragments, woozy tape saturation, gritty SP-style swing, nocturnal back-alley calm, measured menace, cinematic street wisdom, incense-haze atmosphere, raw drum breaks, filtered flute and zither textures, narrow-room reverb, head-nod tempo, understated but hard, analog glue, worn record texture, late-night cipher mood
Lyrics
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"Never wound a snake; kill it."
I'm the...
UNA bomber
The black hand
The weather man
Hidin' in ya sauce pan
Uh
I'm the...
UNA bomber
The black hand
The weather man
Hidin' in ya sauce pan
Yuh
Hood up, shades on, bombs out, troop gone
Past sh!t, bye, gone, radicals fly on, hill's right there, die on
You fuckers thought me dead, but I'm still on
The rebel radio, still hated on
Can't be stopped, can't be topped
Too high, my stock, my shit, still pop
The way high man, lord of dog town
King sh!t of sh!t kingdom, can't be brought down
When you were in your nappies I was out fighting a war
You played with your rattle while I kicked down doors
Selling shit and settling scores
Pay up mahfugga or I'm breaking that jaw
Fugg with me and I'm fugging you raw
I'm a fuggin' delight a ray of sunlight so bright people itchin' ta fight
Look to ya left look to ya right both a dem dead my sh!t too tight
Now it's your turn to turn in say goodnight this ain't even a fight
This a beatdown drag ya downtown, central square, watch me k!ll this clown
I was a man with a frown, a man who sold bricks all over town
A dog with a bone, but fugg that I'm all chill now
Hah, juss kiddin'
I got scars from a life long lived, I got the reciepts
Tasted the wins, nibbled defeats, gone grey with crows feet
Battle rap? I got a clean fuckin' sheet
My name ring out in the streets, no-one knows you, geez
Come at me please, I'm askin' nicely, come get me
I'm right here motherfugger, fuggin' try to best me
I'm the...
UNA bomber
The black hand
The weather man
Hidin' in ya sauce pan
Uh
I'm the...
UNA bomber
The black hand
The weather man
Hidin' in ya sauce pan
Yuh
My sh!t don't flop, my sh!t just pop, like prep H, my sh!t don't stop
Split personalities? The fugg, you Carrot Top? Idiot rap crutch prop
No free thought been wrought juss GPT thrown at me non-stop
Welcome to my chop shop, check out my machete, chop chop
All my opps drops as I pop their tops spewing so much slop
Fun fact, albanians are white, sleep tight in the pale moon light
I'm the...
UNA bomber
The black hand
The weather man
Hidin' in ya sauce pan
Uh
I'm the...
UNA bomber
The black hand
The weather man
Hidin' in ya sauce pan
Yuh
galfy out
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