Nautica - Apollo Brown, O.C.

Possible thunderstorms over the next few hours

Hurricane Irene has made landfall this morning in New York City

The weather situation is much worse

The majority of the heaviest rain

The approximate touchdown points seems to be in the borough of Brooklyn,

New York

Blowing through cities, category five

As it flows through the MIDI, I shows no pity

Hurricane winds churning up fear

Board up your houses, brace for what’s here

120-mile winds with strength and gusto

Batten down the hatches, asking «what in the fuck fo'?»

Windmills signalling the eye of the storm

Touchdown, tearing shit up, winds beyond norm

Buckets of rain pour, rip up screen doors

Monsoon weather, howling like stray dogs

Hail coming down the size of regulation baseballs

Me and Mother Nature’s in a face-off

Flooding suburbs and hoods

Washing entire forests away for good, and where an empire stood

Dire consequences, reality sharp as barbed-wire fences

Flow with a vengeance

I hope y’all ready for the big beast drum

I see I gotta preach and teach to reach some

A vivid concept to reach at least one

If I touch a few and they love it my job is done

As if the levee’s been breached, vehicles float

Out of parking spots sideways, blocking up the streets

Some lives get extinguished, many survive, others don’t

Dead bodies bloated, weightless flesh floating

Mother Nature’s ferocious, so who’s to blame or be the culprit?

Deaf them against the living, I endorse them

Callahan enforcer, witch’s brew, a sorceror

Water tides rise, given the nickname Nautica

Contingency plan seen overseas

Salt water smell in the air, unlike Febreze

Boil water, distill, clean to kill off disease

The earth’s payback for all of God’s reprieve

Trenches turn muddy, water levels rise up

Way above sea level, meet God or the devil

Thunder cause racket as of Greek gods warring

On Mount Olympus--

I hope y’all ready for the big beast drum

I see I gotta preach and teach to reach some

A vivid concept to reach at least one

If I touch a few and they love it my job is done

People are lost, far from home, Apocalypse Redux

Back to basics, carve a boat out of a tree trunk

Gloomy days need sun, from the aftermath

Of nature’s fury, the songs around sounds eerie

Trans-Atlantic, travel abroad and cause panic

As a couple hundred thou just vanish

Emergency response overwhelmed with volumes of calls

Civil unrest, call in the National Guard

It’s hard to gain order when the culprit is water

Knowing it change form at the drop of a quarter

Fluidity change course, admittedly I rain

Or acid wash, I’m precipitation from grey clouds

Twisters touch down, vibrating the ground, sounding like

Freight trains, for thrillseekers it’s frightening

Possess the power to repeat another ice age

Head crack the earth in half like it’s a dice game

I hope y’all ready for the big beast drum

I see I gotta preach and teach to reach some

A vivid concept to reach at least one

If I touch a few and they love it my job is done