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