Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rain On Snow, artist - DJ Shadow. Date of issue: 14.11.2019
Song language: English
Rain On Snow |
| Rain on snow |
| INS, Your Highness |
| Rain on snow |
| DJ Shadow, what’s good? |
| Makes it melt |
| You all ready? |
| Away |
| Yo, White Walker style now, winter is coming |
| We living trapped in the storm like fish in a bucket |
| My vision is blurry, drop a load, zip in a hurry |
| Seen the dreams of blue skies then you hit the flurry |
| Where it’s hot shells and cold hearts who love pain |
| Let it rain just to wash away the blood stains |
| Money, money, sex, murder, that’s the drug game |
| And every day the same song like nothing changed |
| But I came with the shovel |
| Whether it’s to chop up snow or if I gotta throw dirt on some trouble |
| I’m working a double, I tripled the price |
| Never slipping even on six inches of ice |
| Stay equipped when the temperature dipped, hold your weight |
| Cause the cold’s known to leave folks frozen in place |
| Stay warm, sipping Henny 'til the pain is gone |
| And now I can see clearly now, the rain is gone |
| The rain is gone, the rain is gone, the rain is gone |
| Rain on snow |
| Rain on snow |
| Makes it melt |
| Away |
| Tony Starks, yo, yo, yo, yeah |
| When it rains, it pours, enough that it drenched the floors |
| Evaporated by these clouds created to give you more |
| But these snowflakes fall in all sizes and shapes |
| Exquisite designs, they cover alpines and lakes |
| Whether the flurry or drizzle |
| Two below, weather so cold, fake agents won’t bust their pistol |
| Even the ref won’t blow a whistle |
| North Korea won’t blow a missile, my frozen word to the bone gristle |
| Snow turns to slush, slush turns to ice |
| Front on my fam, we take turns on taking your life |
| Paying the price is a must, depends on the air stream |
| The current, that wicked wind that blows is God-fearing |
| That means we cut up a savage and break vegetarians, airing 'em |
| They try to come back, we daring 'em |
| Brain matter splattered all on the roof like planetariums |
| Me and Shadow couldn’t wrap up like a cesarean |
| Like a cesarean, like a cesarean, like a cesarean |
| Rain on snow |
| Rain on snow (Yeah) |
| Makes it melt (Uh-huh, yeah) |
| Away |
| From ancient Shaolin to Malaysia |
| Flow is awfully cold, I own a globe but my stones is glaciers |
| With three-fourths water I slaughter |
| What a great day to rain, it’s pouring out, my drip’s imported |
| No snow in the bezzle just medals |
| I flow through Bali and Denalis, from east Africa tribal on my nose |
| We arsonists, we servers in golashes |
| My shooter do washers, get your ballad head, bring thunder to homes |
| It’s on definite when death will hit, the glow is just effortless |
| 'Cause when I prep for this, it’s excellence |
| Check out the drones, high as the mountains in Everest |
| Check the aerial view, you see the best of this like Tesla’s chest in it |
| Collapsar, rub my nostril, posture is radioing a jostler |
| My bodyguard a black Kevin Costner |
| Your audience is just corniness, we the beacon in the Gardens of Eden |
| Word to Vegas, we move prestigious |
| We move prestigious, we move prestigious, we move prestigious |
| Rain on snow |
| Rain on snow |
| Makes it melts |
| Away |