Lyrics Metal Rain - Sick Jacken feat. Murs & Supernatural
SicThey
say
my
actions
make
me
feel
all
alone
I
suppose
but
my
calm
is
when
I
sit
down
and
smoke
The
truth:
I
couldn't
feel
more
at
home
My
M.O.,
let
em
know
we
are
ready
to
go
?
Cross
these
lines
and
get
sent
to
the
morgue
If
I
repent
then
I
meet
the
good
Lord
and
settle
my
scores
The
odds
against
us,
I
don't
think
it'll
happen
It's
fucking
tragic
the
way
we
still
trapped
in
this
madness
A
street
story
never
changes,
it
just
stays
the
same
Ride
for
infamy,
to
bring
the
metal
rain
is
the
way
to
fame
That
leaves
the
city
in
a
state
of
pain
In
our
reality
you
get
caught
in
a
storm
and
remain
inane
The
weatherman
just
forecast
hale
of
ammunition
It
got
the
city
shook
like
they
seen
an
apparition
I'm
waiting
for
raindrops
to
fall
and
start
hissing
My
street
platoon
will
just
embark
on
another
mission
Rain,
guns,
and
floods
The
city
want
pain
just
because
The
gun
reigns,
make
you
lose
your
mind
Bullet
to
your
brain
War
leaving
you
all
with
blood
stains
We
still
bring
the
weather
report
for
rain
The
conditions
in
the
underground,
the
factions
at
war
It's
the
biggest
steel
storm
ever
to
form
Over
the
city
of
God,
flood
the
city
of
Sodom
From
LA
to
Ramallah,
praise
Yeshua
holla
But
the
media
made
me
worship
the
dollar
It's
certain
shit,
the
verse
is
quick
What
it
is,
the
beast
got
ahold
of
our
spirit
Look
in
the
mirror,
that's
why
homies
don't
prosper
Cynic
the
mobster
corrupted
by
the
evil
of
monsters
Lucifer,
son
of
the
morning,
forever
will
haunt
him
I
feel
the
calm
before
the
storm
Sometimes
when
the
heavens
crack
and
we
can?
sit
on
the
throne
A
lost
soldier
roams,
a
lot
colder
from
the
covert
arms
Battles
between
the
mass
of
Skull
and
Bones
The
last
Bush
drew
blood,
that
whole
dynasty
is
full
of
thorns
They
left
the
street
depression
muffled
by
the
bullet
swarms
We
weather
the
storm
with
Hail
Marys
Your
legendary
Christ
ain't
suffice
to
stop
it
and
it
gets
real
heavy
The
metal
rain's
deadly,
don't
let
it
get
you
wet
If
you
ain't
ready
you'll
be
very
hard
to
resurrect
Where
black
ops
form
the
clock's
now
on
I
shoot
back
where
they're
hoping
I
don't
clap
my
own
I'm
on
a
flood
watch
homie
cause
it's
too
hot
still
And
blood
drops
when
these
two
blocks
killed
It's
too
real
when
the
Rain,
guns,
and
floods
The
city
want
pain
just
because
The
gun
reigns,
make
you
lose
your
mind
Bullet
to
your
brain
War
leaving
you
all
with
blood
stains
Album
Stray Bullets
1 Live From the Caves
2 Praying Mantis (Goodlife remix)
3 The Fall of Us
4 Ceremonial Slang
5 Out Here (remix)
6 Death Frees Every Soul
7 The Society of Psychos
8 Sick Life
9 Hollywood Drive-By (remix)
10 Trial and Adversity
11 Angels and Demons (remix)
12 Metal Rain
13 Black and Brown Army
14 Sinister
15 Born in L.A.
16 Life, Luv, and Pain
17 Paid Dues
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