Rain Every Season

Album cover art for "Rain Every Season" by Evidence & The Alchemist

Evidence & The Alchemist - Rap, West Coast Rap

Rain Every Season

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Duration: 2:58

Lyrics

[Intro: Alchemist] Every season Rain or shine, snow, hail, sleet Uh (I like that), yeah (Good evening y'all, or should I say good morning? Or whatever the hell it is) Check it Yo, yo, yo, yo Yo [Verse 1: Alchemist] Rain every season, it's traditional They go insane every time 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' (Been out here) 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, Japanese 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 & Bill Cosby] (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, huh I'd rather fall than a chance to stay safe If it's love, bein' even isn't it Needed vantage point to win when it's season of the vic' Bad habits that I dropped when I form from the rip Shit, point and shoot the Canon camera slick (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, fuck 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? ('Fuck 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

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Credits

Writers
  • Evidence
  • The Alchemist