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letra de rain every season - evidence

[intro: alchemist]
every season
rain or shine, snow, hail, sleet
uh (i like that), yeah
check it
yo, yo, yo, yo
yo

[verse 1: alchemist]
rain every season, it’s traditional
they go insane everytime we release the physical
i’m confident, don’t confuse it as egotistical
not even the least bit of slander will be admissible
your raps sound like spaghetti western
before he laced the cleats and ran out on the turf, i was already stretchin’ (big al)
on repeat mode, strict regimen, put heavy reps in
keep a weatherman on my left, and you can bet he’s steppin’ (step, step)
i’m the best version of me (uh)
if you not talkin’ paper, it sound like greek, j-panese and german to me (i don’t hear anything)
catch the holy ghost on stage and get a sermon from me
throwin’ all this paper inside a fireplace and burnin’ money
you movin’ mystery, can’t drive behind you, turnin’ funny
propane tank, got a gas that keep the burners runnin’
it’s me and michael throwin’ shrimps in the barbecue
skiing slalom, big moguls i’m carvin’ through
you a good son, i might as well father you (you a good son, you a good boy)
[interlude: evidence]
(see, my father established our relationship when i was seven years old
he looked at me, he said “you know, i brought you in this world, i’ll take you out”)
yeah

[verse 2: evidence]
if i was in band, i’d play bass
where i was raised and where i stand is in the same place (uh)
never run, never ran to save face, uh
i’d rather fall than a chance to stay safe
if it’s love, bein’ even isn’t it
need a vantage point to win when it’s season of the vic’
bad habits that i dropped when i form from the rip
sh-t, point and shoot the canon camera sl!ck (chk-chk)
nothin’ scripted (uh), beats that i made are in submission
waitin’ for a scratch, finger on the fader, itchin’
i supported, never paid admission, f-ck your ticket
i pull up to the stu’ and never overstay the visit
my eta is on my way to make a livin’
what’s the point of bein’ in the game if you ain’t here to play to win it? (‘f-ck did i do?)
if i wait for inspiration, then my patience thinnin’ (you’re losin’ me)
pitchin’ from the jump, not just the later innings
me and my man chemical (ayo), arrivin’ right on schedule (e)
been holdin’ notes like an envelope (get money)
volume fluctuated tremolo
been nice since demo
the animals are back up out the kennel

- evidence

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