"It Raineth Ev'ry Day"
a merrie & contrived rap
as it has been performed sundry times
by the Council of Doom & their men
Mad Sheep & Doctor Manhattan

Two MCs, both alike in dignity,
Connect on this track, that's no diggity.
You know it's Mad Sheep and that shag-eared villain,
The Doc is in the room and you know that I be illin'.
We takin' o'er the Globe like Lord Chamberlain's Men,
'Cause we both gots the skills with the pad and pen.
All that glisters is not gold, that's our motto,
You got no reason to brag like you was Don Armado.
We got more tracks than Kenneth Brannagh has adaptions,
Over ten syllables? Make up contractions.
Some are born great, but we achieved our greatness
Mics were thrust upon us, It was our fate, Chris.
Doc's Antipholus of Ephesus, I'm from Syracuse, 
The Council's the antithesis of Dr. Suess.
We don't clown like Touchstone, Gobbo or Speed
The Council o' Doom, has got what you need.
Double, double, your crew is in trouble,
I'm clean shaven like an actor, the Sheep's got stubble.
I make trouble like as if my name was Iago,
We kicks our rhymes from Verona to Chicago.
O, what fools these motherfuckers be,
They think they can get with the Sheep and me.
Well these suckers best step off, and check they script,
If they don't, like Cinna, the poet, they'll get ripped.

For the rain, it raineth every day
For the rain, it raineth every day
The Sheep and Manhattan is gettin paid,
But still the rain, it raineth every day

Yo, hey to the ho to the wind to the rain
In the Council Sheep is Malcom to my Donalbain
Cause I'm tough like Macduff, and funny like Malvolio
My styles may vary from the Quarto to the Folio
You try to bite my rhymes like Regan on Cordelia
Creep in your petty pace and then try to steal the
Fresh Council styles, yo some clowns never learn
Step to us you'll be dead like Rosencrantz and Guilderstern
You're crazy like Mad Tom if you try to bite us
Cause the Doc Manhattan will serve you up like Titus
I'm lean and hungry, I eat punks like you for lunch
And like my man Richard Gloucester I got a little hunch
So lend me your ears while I make this prophecy:
Your whole damn crew can't fuck with this G
Cause I'm phatter than Falstaff, and craftier than Shylock
It's like words-words-words, your crew is all talk
I'm just a fly fellow, who likes to quote Othello
Your ho's are cross-gartered and you look whack in yellow
In swing time, the make their heads ring time
Gettin play's the thing, I get mine like Valentine
All the fly ladies let me lie down in their lap
But if a dame acts froward she's gonna get slapped
You know it All is True and I hope it's As You Like
Now to my one noble kinsman I'm gonna pass the mic

For the rain, it raineth every day
For the rain, it raineth every day
The Sheep and Manhattan is gettin paid,
But still the rain, it raineth every day

Friends, Romans, Councilmen, lend me your ears,
The Sheep's on the the mic, and the party's round here.
I do this like Brutus did it to Caesar,
I'll stab you out in public, leave you havin' a seizure.
You say I ain't got rhymes but I know that I got 'em,
You can kiss my ass like Titania did Bottom.
I said, now is the winter of your discontent,
You'll get stranded by my Tempest with your ducats spent.
Alas, poor Yorick, your rhymes is weak,
Like Rick the Third you're a genetic freak.
I said, something's rotten in the state of Denmark,
It's your rhymes, they plain bite, and got no bark.
Digest the venom of your spleen, though it do split you,
You want rhymes? Mad Sheep will hit you.
To be or not to be, or to kick your ass,
I pour my poison in your ear, so you die fast.
My name is Robin Goodfellow, you can call me Puck,
Forget your crew, like Escalus, I don't give a fuck.
I was born like Edmund Gloucester, read the play,
Collect my debts on time, so give up the pay.
The Mad Sheep won't settle for just a pound of flesh,
Need at least a hundred more to satisfy my wish.
I heard your girlie say Mad Sheep she'd never touch;
Methinks that the bitch doth protest too much.

For the rain, it raineth every day
For the rain, it raineth every day
The Sheep and Manhattan is gettin paid,
But still the rain, it raineth every day

Just throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
We're done with our four minutes' traffic here
so we exit pursued by a bear

return to the Doom