[Jill Scott]
  Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
  Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
  Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
  
  Met him on a Thursday, sunny afternoon
  Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees
  He was brown, deep
  Said he wanted to talk about my mission
  Listen to my past lives. (Word?)
  Took me on long walks to places where butterflies rest easy
  Talked about Moses and Mumia
  Reparations, blue colors, memories of shell-topped Adidas
  He was fresh, like summer peaches
  Sweet on my mind like block parties and penny candy
  Us was nice and warm, no jacket, no umbrella, just warm
  At night we would watch the stars
  And he would physically give me each and every one
  I felt like cayenne pepper, red, hot, spicy
  I felt dizzy and so near heaven and miles between my thighs
  Better than love, we made delicious
  He me had, had me he
  He had me tongue tied
  I could hear his rhythm in my thoughts
  I was his sharp, his horn section
  His boom and his bip
  And he was my love
  
  Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
  
  The rain was fallin' and, and slowly and sweetly and stinging my eyes
  And I could not see that he became my voodoo priest
  And I was his faithful concubine
  Wide open, wide, loose like bowels after collard greens
  The mistake was made
  Love slipped from my lips
  Dripped down my chin and landed in his lap
  And us became new
  Now me non-clarivoyant and in love
  Made the coochie easy and the obvious invisible
  The rain was falling
  And I couldn't see the season changing
  And the vibe slipping off it's axis
  Our beautiful melody became wildly staccato
  [Repeat 1 in background]
  The rain was falling and I could not see
  That I was to be plowed and sowed and fertilized
  And left to drown in his sunny afternoon
  Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees, melody
  
  Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
  Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
  
  [Mos Def]
  I stretched my arms towards the sky like blades of tall grass
  The sun beat between my shoulders like carnival drums
  I sat still in hopes that it would help my wings grow
  So then I could really be fly
  And then she arrived
  Like day break inside a railway tunnel
  Like the new moon, like a diamond in the mines
  Like high noon to a drunkard, sudden
  She made my heart beat in a now-now time signature
  Her skinny canvas for ultraviolet brushstrokes
  She was the sun's painting
  She was a deep cognac color
  Her eyes sparkled like lights along the new city
  She lips pursed as if her breath was too sweet
  And full for her mouth to hold
  I said, "You are the beautiful, distress of mathematics."
  I said, "For you, I would peel open the clouds like new fruit
  And give you lightning and thunder as a dowry
  I would make the sky shed all of it's stars like rain
  And I would clasp the constellations across your waist
  And I would make the heavens your cape
  And they would be pleased to cover you
  They would be pleased to cover you
  May I please, cover you, please"