Brain Storm - Reel Wolf, Q-Unique, Mersinary

Got clouds forming and swarming with info like a pop-up video

Stuck in a twister of thoughts polluted by thots

Extreme fog alert from the kush that I burn

Suffered a hurricane of headaches from the lessons I learned

My dopamine receptors flooded, brain waves I’m surfing

Peace and clear skies in my mind I be deserving

Sometimes my skull is feeling like Fort McMurray

All my personalities running out in a hurry

Catch a fist to your face, your medulla suffers an earthquake

Chances are you might not make it to see your birthday

Emotional rain storms exiting out your tear ducts

Facing off with myself, it’s normal for you to fear us

My conscience is freezing, experiencing an ice age

Psychedelic whirlwind to me is a nice day

Trynna control the weather, how long will it last?

Before you try checking me, check my forecast

When it comes to this shit, they know that Reno is a damn killer

Violent kinds of lightning riding through my neuro transmitters

A cyclone of words swirl around the frontal lobe

Polar vortex with the flow, you know that’s fucking cold

When the beat go, the storm form in my cerebellum

Why these rappers out here trash and nobody care to tell 'em?

This shit don’t move me, and I don’t even like your verse

I kick the shit that hit you harder than a microburst

You don’t understand the intensity when the mic is on

Concepts and rhymes spread faster than a firestorm

Stepping to these dudes will get you folded like an origami

My brain waves rival the tidals like four tsunamis

You hear us coming?

Better tuck your head and get low

Reel Wolf emcees coming through like a derecho

The penal gland is the eye of the storm

This track is your emergency alert, y’all have been warned

Precipitation starts to build up, spilled water vapors are stuck

'Cause I’m Bobby Drake with a chill touch

The blizzard of Oz got you crawling through the snow

Manipulate the forecast with Ororo Munroe

Ben Franklin high as a kite ride the lightning

Fighting Thor Odinson, the rumbling thunder’s frightening

A meteorologist making his predictions

Your vision is limited through these ignorant conditions

A deadly ending in Armageddon, that’s God’s call

Fire and brimstone, and hail the size of golf balls

As sure as Stormy Daniels is considered a porn creature

I’m a psycho spinning cyclone of the Nor Easter

I’m in the back of the train tagging my rap name

The Soundgarden lane cloudy with a chance of black rain

Brainstorm through the city 'til I’m put in a deep grave

A Summer-born arsonist bringing on the heatwave