R•A•I•N Four-Cast

#TruMuzicent #Tru²Grace #Tru #T²G @rapfame_official @rapfame_ar_team #rain_contest #lyrical_rap #conscious_rap "R•A•I•N Four-Cast" R•A•I•N Four-Cast ☣️R: Acid Rain☣️ Look, precipitation with a pH deficit, Industry spit it, cities ingest it and stress it. Cloud seedin' or shrouds breedin', The shroud's leadin' down to a crowd bleedin'. A heavy downpour of corporate sulfur, Turned the garden of Eden into a culvert. It burn holes through the roof of the shelter, While the fat cats drink champagne and welter. Corrosive drops eatin' the concrete monuments, History washed away in the drainage components. You're dancin' in the puddle but your skin is peelin', Acid drops etchinh the ceiling of your feelin'. It's elemental mental health destruction, Piping toxic waste down the construction. No umbrella savin' your moral compass, When the storm's engineered to render you homeless. Now the monsoon hits, gridlock in the delta, ⛈️A: Monsoon /Deluge⛈️ Water level risin' till the mental shields melt uh. Flash flood washin' out the archives, Swallowin' the dreams of a thousand dark lives. Tsunami of data, we drownin' in servers, Nervous systems fryin', passengers and drivers. It’s pourin' cats and dogs, but the dogs are rabid, And the cats are wearin' suits while the habit’s habits. You swimmin' in the channel of a television screen, Gettin' swept away by a digital routine. An atmospheric river crashin' through the drywall, Tryin' to stay afloat while you see the sky fall. Every drop a droplet of a heavy obligation, Drownin' out the voice of the entire generation. You gaspin' for oxygen under the undertow, Where did all the sunshine go? Fuck if I know. Where did all the sunshine go? Fuck if I know. 💲I :Make it Rain the economic illusion💲 Then there’s that artificial precipitation, Falling from the ceiling of the club in the nation. Strippers on the pole caught in financial squall lines, Paper cuts bleedin' out the bottom line lines. They makin' it rain with dead presidents' ghosts, While the ones who starve are the ones who need it most. A monetary drizzle in a desert of debt, Wet dreams dryin' up in a pool of regret. Launderin' the weather through a money counting machine, Clean cash washin' what the dirty hands have seen. It’s a forecast of foreclosure and fabricated wealth, Makin' it rain while it's destroyin' your health. An economic drizzle turnin' into heavy sleet, Frozen assets fallin' right into the empty street. You catchin' dollar bills with a hole in your pocket, Shootin' for the moon like a corrupted rocket. Fuck if I know Where did all the sunshine go? Fuck if I know. ☢️N: Nuclear/Fallout Rain☢️ Finally the fallout, the nuclear drizzle, Where the Geiger counters pop and the circuits sizzle. Black rain droppin' from a mushroom cloud crown, Washin' all the ashes of the kingdom right down. No shelter from the fallout, it’s inside the water table, Poisonin' the cradle and the Cain and Abel. Synthetic skies cryin' out a radioactive tear, Manifestin' centuries of concentrated fear. You thought it was just weather, but the weather’s got a vendetta Buryin' the debtor underneath the iron clad letter. The storm front’s a monster with a meteorological malice, Pourin' bitter vinegar inside the golden chalice. So wash away the sins with the toxic precipitation, The final irrigation of a failed civilization. No rainbow after, just a permanent stain, Welcome to the mechanics of the modern day rain.