[Verse 1: Pat Juba]

We do what we do for income and then some

Lost Black warriors inside of dimension

Damaging self in flotation like planets

Moon circulate, divide just like fractions

Judge by action, vivid, livid and maxing

Add-on styles and yet cargo subtraction

Live inside of your mind, we be broadcasting

Struggling sum, this warm sun got me fasting

Ill means, being a fiend to square labels and tags

In pitch blackness pushing a broke wag

Four wheels that peel, swerve out and hit a pole

Split one for one, handle yourself is the goal

Arctic snow, polar caps and ill blizzards

Goose down highly insulated Black wizards

Born hard, formulating poison like lizard

I burn ism with ill liquid that be fizzing

Earth spirits be all around trying to enter

Switching my zone, totally open, not center

Break off, splinter, deep red like magenta

Simple like breathing charisma, higher mentals

[Chorus: Sep Sev Sev Two]

Thunder only happens when it's raining

(Thunder only happens when it's raining)

Egos only cloud the music made

(Egos only cloud the music made)

Compensation, it will come and it will go

(Compensation, it will come and it will go)

When the storms roll through, man, you will know

(When the storms roll through)

[Verse 2: Sep Sev Sev Two]

Some rob and steal to get the mass appeal

Some thieve and jack to keep the upper hand

Some shake and take to reach that next meal

And some do it for the simple fact that they can

I try to understand how it expands

I fly through, let's predict where I'll land

My times took my development stages

Yet my rhyme book's thicker than the yellow pages

Let's all smile, like as if nothing's wrong

Slow down, child, 'cause my stride is too strong

Dismiss your notions of incompetence

This is that potent shit you wanted, kid

I haunted it, snuck behind it, grabbed it by the Pumas and tripped it

Dipped out the room before it spun to see the culprit

Now seek, feel the fear 'cause there's only been a few in here

So I'ma take respect as a souvenir

Everybody crying that they label does 'em wrong

To me, that's like complaining when your pimp beats you

What'd you expect? You traded respect for currency

Well, certainly the veteran players will defeat you

[Chorus: Sep Sev Sev Two]

Thunder only happens when it's raining

(Thunder only happens when it's raining)

Egos only cloud the music made

(Egos only cloud the music made)

Compensation, it will come and it will go

(Compensation, it will come and it will go)

When the storms roll through, man, you will know

(When the storms roll through, man)

[Verse 3: Mr. Gene Poole]

I'm true to this 'til somebody pulls my plug

Or fluid fills my lungs from an overdose of drugs

Or someone loosens my lugs while I'm rolling four wheels through sludge

Dealing with a crew's grudge, it's beef, gunpowder filled slugs

Whenever your ready to bug, I got the dubs

Mixed on both sides with cuts to show you good or bad love

Don't judge the buds 'til you smoke 'em

They disrespect, I'll make sure the hold on they neck is firm enough to choke 'em

Then I poke 'em with the dagger I keep cloaked under my coat

Murder is more than she wrote, bitch didn't say shit about the crow

I quote a famous nobody by yellin', "Fuck you!"

Which is how you feel about me in the streets my feet are stuck to

I pull more weight than trucks doing work on interstate

Construction, potholes, obstacles, I take out obstructions

Without giving instructions, I'm skilled to operate

All the mind-changing equipment that makes fools cooperate

MCs can cop they fates from me

'Cause I sell tickets to the gates of Hell and front row seats

First class, my verses crash niggas on beats

Like malfunctioning planes tryna land on runways covered with sleet

[Chorus: Sep Sev Sev Two]

Thunder only happens when it's raining

(Thunder only happens when it's raining)

Egos only cloud the music made

(Egos only cloud the music made)

Compensation, it will come and it will go

(Compensation, it will come and it will go)

When the storms roll through, man, you'll know

(When the storms roll through, man)

[Outro: Mr. Gene Poole]

Yeah, it's like (When your soul has turned to stone)

The music builds the mood

We build the music (And your songs are not your own), so it's up to us

To either make or break the fucking attitude

When your soul has turned to stone

Dynospectrum (And your songs are not your own)

Woundwart, Sep Seven, Juba, Gene Poole

When your soul has turned to stone

And your songs are not your own