| Some think I’m clever, others think I’m the one
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| Who makes too many references to weather
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| Or not
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| Or not
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| I set it off on stage, I got something
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| I can’t put my finger on that others don’t got
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| So I try real hard to analyze the operation
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| And end up falling even deeper in thought
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| A vibe’s just a vibe, most times I can’t describe it
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| And life delays death, I’m tryna survive it
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| The seven sins still haunt me at night
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| I was afraid of the dark, but heard death in the light
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| So reverse that, reword that, I’m afraid of nothing now
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| I used to front a little, I ain’t even bluffin' now
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| The price to pay, well, probably got it double now
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| It’s double trouble, double trouble when your other gal
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| Is catching up, I used to live in the weed spot
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| Crash came knocking through the door, thirteen cops
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| All just to find a little pistol and weed
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| Beat the case, now I shall proceed, whether or not
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| Some think I’m clever
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| Others think I’m the one
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| Who makes too many references to weather
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| Or not
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| Or not
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| Some think I’m clever
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| Others think I’m the one
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| Who makes too many references to weather
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| Or not
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| Or not
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| I pick a pad up and write a rhyme, it’s that easy
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| Oil smear the ink when my hand brush across breezy
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| I caught the holy ghost, born to roll, raised by the corner most
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| The coroner, the siren singing with the corner folks
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| The corner store cats don’t call them opportunists
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| Don’t work, don’t eat, but they just not distributors
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| I’ve been dope since the riots of loot in '92
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| I’ve been spitting that dope with Dilated it’s due
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| I take my chances and live between the checks of advances
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| Specs detail down to nano with the answers
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| Cannabis lit, you can’t tell me a hot damn
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| Thinkin' when I sing a song believing I dropped that
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| I left off from last time and now it’s been a step up
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| And every LP that I drop I keep my rep down
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| Best kept then I jet town, bet that I’m westbound
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| No motherfucking rest now, weather or not
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| Some think I’m clever
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| Others think I’m the one
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| Who makes too many references to weather
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| Or not
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| Or not
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| Some think I’m clever
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| Others think I’m the one
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| Who makes too many references to weather
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| Or not
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| Or not
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| Love your fans and like your label
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| And I ain’t making shit for neither, lay that on the table
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| I’m making shit for me until the vision’s done
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| And let the rhythm hit 'em when the system bump
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| I’m here to tip the scale in your area
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| The ups are high, the downs build your character
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| Middle ground’s a dangerous place
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| 'Cause mediocrity be socking everyone in the face
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| Still a race to the finish line
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| I keep the pace, the difference how I finish mine
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| It’s 'cause I disregard the competition
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| In my own lane I paint the composition
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| Calculated moves and working angles
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| Sweating like a pig but rapping like an angel
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| That’s how the game goes 'til everything remains raw
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| Staring at the sun, but I’m wishing that the rain fall
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| Some think I’m clever
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| Others think I’m the one
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| Who makes too many references to weather
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| Or not
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| Or not
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| Some think I’m clever
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| Others think I’m the one
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| Who makes too many references to weather
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| Or not
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| Or not |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Weather or Not , by - Evidence. Song from the album Weather or Not, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп