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[cuts by Babu:] "Ask the weatherman..." [Chorus x2: Evidence] |
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It's the perfect storm, it felt so warm ' |
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Til the rain came, with winds so strong |
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The Weatherman warned 'em but it felt so calm ' |
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Til things lined up right, and went so wrong [Evidence:] |
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Yeah I toured "20/20" twice, 40 days, 40 nights 2 of each bird of my shit, |
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I save ya life |
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Paid the price, no dice, |
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I'm the nicest |
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The odds in my favor; |
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Noah, before there's |
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Christ I'm the holy resurrection of him |
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I'm the only one that's left, to drop these gems |
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Clean sweep, cleanliness is |
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Godly Never been afraid of pain, that's just weakness leavin the body |
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War is politics by other means, no more than |
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And if I can't forgive you, the |
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Lord can And if |
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I don't deliver, |
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I stand by my messages |
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Never backed out, day one, same ever since |
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It never end like it's supposed to be |
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So I took the whole script and rewrote the scene |
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The first shall be last and the last is first |
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So when my cup runneth over, it floods the |
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Earth The boomerang is back, gives the city a crash |
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Between the water and sky, my reign is trapped |
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I don't feel shit, no pain, no remorse |
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I'm numb When |
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I take off it's like |
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I'm on Air |
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Force, One [Chorus] [Rakaa Iriscience:] |
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Yeah, I rhyme invent free |
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They're blind and then see the |
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Mind of Mencia |
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I'm like Chappelle, puffin cheeba with my feet up |
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On the beach in |
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South Africa, not trippin off the media |
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You thought vampires only roamed in the evening |
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But they be in boardrooms and they feed at lunch meetings |
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So even though |
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I might party, smokin and drinkin |
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I'ma keep at least one eye open when |
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I'm sleepin |
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Alarm clock rappin while they snooze button slappin |
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I'm on beats but |
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I know people in the streets clappin |
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Modified semis to fullys for revolution |
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Evolution of the final self-defense solution |
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It is what it is yo, but read between the words too |
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Rock with |
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Rakaa 'til |
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Babylon drops the curfew |
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I grind like |
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Stevie Williams or |
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Terry on the curb too |
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I'm fly, movin dope, sick words, call me bird flu |
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How the beats rain down and the verses pour |
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Ev the weather man, breaks it down perfect form |
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I'm a king with a crown full of perfect thorns |
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Lookin at |
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Halle Berry, that's a perfect storm [Chorus] [Madchild:] |
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I went from - never feelin better, to feelin under the weather |
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To takin pills just to escape, |
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I got to get it together |
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Cause now |
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I know the upside of bein numb |
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I hear, all these stupid songs and |
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I try to be as dumb |
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But there's still somethin inside of me that try to see the art |
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So I decide to be a freedom fighter hidin in the dark |
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And when you're livin on the road, it gets cold f'real |
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Enough to turn a warm pure heart of gold to steel |
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I'm a iron jawed angel, life is painful |
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Let it rain on my parade, your whole facade is shameful |
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Swear to God |
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I'm able, but it's the wrong season |
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Pick all the wrong topics, for all the right reasons |
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When your empire's crumblin, that's a humblin experience |
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Joke's over man it's time to get serious |
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I'm brutally alive with a plan, now understand where |
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I'm from It's past the point of love |
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I do this for my family and blood |
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Go out proud |
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I got, God on my chest |
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Just take a picture of my soul cause it's too wild to posess |
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Make today count, that's one thing we got in common |
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Cause we have to realize that tomorrow's not promised yeah [Chorus] |
