The WeatherMan EP

(feat. Madchild, Rakaa Iriscience) 

[cuts by Babu:] 
"Ask the weatherman..." 
 [bad word] x2: Evidence] 
It's the perfect storm, it felt so warm 
'Til the rain came, with winds so strong 
The Weatherman warned 'em but it felt so calm 
'Til things lined up right, and went so wrong 

[Evidence:] 
Yeah I toured "20/20" twice, 40 days, 40 nights 
2 of each bird of my [bad word]  I save ya life 
Paid the price, no dice, I'm the nicest 
The odds in my favor; Noah, before there's Christ 
I'm the holy resurrection of him 
I'm the only one that's left, to drop these gems 
Clean sweep, cleanliness is Godly 
Never been afraid of pain, that's just weakness leavin the body 
War is politics by other means, no more than 
And if I can't forgive you, the Lord can 
And if I don't deliver, I stand by my messages 
Never backed out, day one, same ever since 
It never end like it's supposed to be 
So I took the whole script and rewrote the scene 
The first shall be last and the last is first 
So when my [bad word] over, it floods the Earth 
The boomerang is back, gives the city a crash 
Between the water and sky, my reign is trapped 
I don't feel [bad word]  no pain, no remorse I'm numb 
When I take off it's like I'm on Air Force, One 
 [bad word]  

[Rakaa Iriscience:] 
Yeah, I rhyme invent free 
They're blind and then see the Mind of Mencia 
I'm like Chappelle, puffin cheeba with my feet up 
On the beach in South Africa, not trippin off the media 
You thought vampires only roamed in the evening 
But they be in boardrooms and they feed at lunch meetings 
So even though I might party, smokin and drinkin 
I'ma keep at least one eye open when I'm sleepin 
Find More lyrics at www [bad word] 
Alarm clock rappin while they snooze button slappin 
I'm on beats but I know people in the streets clappin 
Modified semis to fullys for revolution 
Evolution of the final self-defense solution 
It is what it is yo, but read between the words too 
Rock with Rakaa 'til Babylon drops the curfew 
I grind like Stevie Williams or Terry on the curb too 
I'm fly, movin dope, sick words, call me bird flu 
How the beats rain down and the verses pour 
Ev the weather man, breaks it down perfect form 
I'm a king with a crown full of perfect thorns 
Lookin at Halle Berry, that's a perfect storm 
 [bad word]  

[Madchild:] 
I went from - never feelin better, to feelin under the weather 
To takin pills just to escape, I got to get it together 
Cause now I know the upside of bein numb 
I hear, all these stupid songs and I try to be as dumb 
But there's still somethin inside of me that try to see the art 
So I decide to be a freedom fighter hidin in the dark 
And when you're livin on the road, it gets cold f'real 
Enough to turn a warm pure heart of gold to steel 
I'm a iron jawed angel, life is painful 
Let it rain on my parade, your whole facade is shameful 
Swear to God I'm able, but it's the wrong season 
Pick all the wrong topics, for all the right reasons 
When your empire's [bad word]  that's a humblin experience 
Joke's over man it's time to get serious 
I'm [bad word] alive with a plan, now understand where I'm from 
It's past the point of love I do this for my family and blood 
Go out proud I got, God on my chest 
Just take a picture of my soul cause it's too wild to posess 
Make today count, that's one thing we got [bad word] 
Cause we have to realize that tomorrow's not promised yeah 
 [bad word]