The Universe Below - Stephen Melillo/Koninklijke Militaire Kapel

Come back to me and take me riding Let's just get physical don't wanna talk There's a lump at the base Stuck in the middle of my clavicle I'm a clever girl To keep my mouth shut The meaning hasn't come up yet It's still under the surface Below the clavicle Below the clavicle I'll wait cats got my bait Severed on a plate Worst would be to regret What I said Quiet as the blood on my bed Quiet as the blood on my bed Below the clavicle Below the clavicle Come back to me and take me riding Let's just get physical don't wanna talk There's a lump at the base Stuck in the middle of my clavicle I'm a clever girl To keep my mouth shut The meaning hasn't come up yet It's still under the surface Below the clavicle Below the clavicle

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