[cuts by Babu:]
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"Ask the weatherman..."
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[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
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[Evidence:]
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Yeah I toured "20/20" twice, 40 days, 40 nights
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2 of each bird of my shit, I save ya life
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Paid the price, no dice, I'm the nicest
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The odds in my favor; Noah, before there's Christ
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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 Godly
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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 Lord can
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And if I don't deliver, 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 Earth
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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 I'm numb
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When I take off it's like I'm on Air Force, One
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[Chorus]
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[Rakaa Iriscience:]
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Yeah, I rhyme invent free
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They're blind and then see the 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 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 I might party, smokin and drinkin
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I'ma keep at least one eye open when I'm sleepin
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Alarm clock rappin while they snooze button slappin
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I'm on beats but 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 Rakaa 'til Babylon drops the curfew
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I grind like Stevie Williams or 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 Halle Berry, that's a perfect storm
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[Chorus]
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[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, I got to get it together
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Cause now I know the upside of bein numb
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I hear, all these stupid songs and 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 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 I'm from
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It's past the point of love I do this for my family and blood
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Go out proud 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
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[Chorus]
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Perfect Storm
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