Evidence - Perfect Storm lyrics

(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]