Theskyisfalling - Heiruspecs

Every moment I’m awake, I’m thinkin' show and prove

It’s just sometimes I’m lazy, it don’t show in my mood

If you’re always thinkin' money, then your thinking is small

It don’t take a Buddhist monk to see that money ain’t all

Stayed around the way for years, that’s the back of my hand

I can show you shortcuts;

where we started with the band

I can show you many faces, make a rainbow blush

My home got all the colors on that brush

You know that old saying 'bout assumptions, right?

You know it only takes a little gumption, right?

The function of the music as far as I’m concerned

Has been to peel away the layers on the onion, right

See, Michaela did the times on our first tape

She’s on the streets demonstrating 'cause the times ain’t great

See, Muad’dib had a thing that he hit with Heartsprings

Feel the boom, jump the broom, it was a beautiful spring

They say the sky is falling, so you built a wall

You’ll have a little shelter when it hits us all

But I don’t think that sky is falling

I don’t think that sky is falling

The streets are on fire so you locked the door

But what do you think that rain is for?

Well, I don’t think that sky is falling

But if it is, then let it pour

They say the sky is falling

They say the building’s crumbling

They say the kids don’t care

You hear it in their mumbling

They say the sky is falling

But you can still fly a jet

But I don’t think that sky is falling

'Cause if it was we’d all be wet

I got a head full of pins and needles I don’t feel like runnin' through

Quit lookin' at me like that, neither do none of you

But what do you do, sometimes you’re just summoned to

Machete etiquette, better get up and hone your bloody tool

Or you’re just a cunning fool, bubbling subterfuge

Another nouveau Inspector Couseau without a clue

Hurry up and graduate your ass from dummy school

The clock’s ticking, chicken, hit the bricks and get to kickin' (Oooh)

Born in a land of ice and shadows

Where you forge your own swords and fight your own battles

A forlorn decor where light just won’t travel

So I pull silver out of storm clouds await 'til they unravel, like

Rattle, rattle, thundler clattered, never chattered, make it matter

Build the batter, bake it better, take the cake and save it

As collatoral, so levitous sabbatical’s the attitude

That’s the mood for every puddle that I splash into

Evermore Shakespeare, clever score from DeVon

Paintin' over my bombs, another mole in my lawn

Slow, little pawn, see, we was underground and independent

Like our homeboy’s song, that’s so, so strong

It’s an industry of giants, we the little guys

No one ever said we wasn’t just a little fly

Not a cloud in the sky, can’t see the top of stratosphere

That’s why we love the cloud, for making some shit clear

I got a couple whips, they both leak oil

I got a couple chips, seeds in the soil

Peace in our time, yeah, that’s the mantra I heard

Spread a little love, man, it ain’t so absurd

They say the sky is falling, so you built a wall

You have a little shelter when it hits us all

But I don’t think that sky is falling

I don’t think that sky is falling

The streets are on fire, so you locked the door

But what do you think that rain is for?

Well, I don’t think that sky is falling

But if it is, then let it pour