(feat. Madchild, Rakaa Iriscience) 



[cuts by Babu:] 

"Ask the weatherman..." 



[Chorus 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 shit, 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 cup runneth 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 shit, no pain, no remorse I'm numb 

When I take off it's like I'm on Air Force, One 



[Chorus] 



[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 

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 



[Chorus] 



[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 crumblin, that's a humblin experience 

Joke's over man it's time to get serious 

I'm brutally 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 in common 

Cause we have to realize that tomorrow's not promised yeah 



[Chorus]