Below the Waterfall (Live) - Benny Sings

First it rains then it pours And the wind is knocking down your door And you realize what's in store And you realize you're the storm You're the storm I'm a sadistic twist of Ma$e and Limp Bisc Burn a blank disc and let your mind rip That postal nasal drip, too sick like Covid Big pimpin' like Hova Roller coaster with the flow cus the drop real This life surreal, went from little kid meals to big deals Peeled off the mask now my pores exposed Beats force the pump like N.O. Explode Make a hater implode and die slow Witness my growth 20 at a show to Pillsbury dough I got the Illbury flow and Goose fo sho I write faster than a cheetah after a pita LandShark and a margarita Mama Mia, Pats with the heater no Derek Jeter but I rep my city proud Spot me in a crowd Ginger with tattoos Fuck these taboos Play against Pats you bound to lose Get bruised like a peach Reach I teach, step in my crease Get bodied, capiche First it rains then it pours And the wind is knockin down your door And you realize what's in store And you realize you're the storm You're the storm Ya know I'm often distant cuz my darkness hidden Sitting, always ought to witness the mama zipping Off the alcoholic fixes, the papa riffing Raucous, pitching a hostile opposition to bottle sipping They'd pop up dissing, when I saw, I'd ditch 'em Go to the dock and listen to Nas and Big and Awkwardly attempt to jot some writtens My confidence been so preponderant since then And the cause permitting be hip-hop, make rhythms Vietnam in minutes, genius, calm replenished These lips all contentious when I scrawl a sentence A squalid menace, prospects unpromised with a hodgepodge of gimmicks It's gone diminished, I'm like Charlie Dickens, a novelist I carve and enlargen schisms The props I'm missing cuz I mock traditions Of the environment the higher men will market this in First it rains then it pours And the wind is knockin down your door And you realize what's in store And you realize you're the storm You're the storm

There's no one here for miles It's just me in the burning sun It's just me, myself and my gun Remembering the times Oh grapes on the vines But with family, I I don't have the time The time to be questioning life You just gotta be there A mother needs her sons Oh she needs them near We don't have to talk I just need you here But if you go away Please don't disappear The heat is making light Of a heavy year I really hope there's rainfall My hands together looking at the stars I really hope there's angels Because the world is turning, turning way too fast She says she can't turn tables Well I say you don't know how wrong you are Or just how strong you are You don't know how strong you are A pillow on your face soaking up those tears Who's anyone to say you should have no fear? A mouth full of smoke really made things clear You've been with me since the cradle You've been with me, you're my angel Please don't you disappear It's just me in the burning sun It's just me, myself and my gun Remembering the times