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Filthiest fiends scream for more\nBless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\nNiggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\nCoke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\nThem big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\nStop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\nThe fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\nI gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\nSippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n(Raining)\nDevine\nWaiting on these raw teats takes too long\nIt's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\nBut that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\nI need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\nMany heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\nSo now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\nPast sunlight, more gunfight\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n...time to get the feeling, word up\n\nWhat brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\nThe beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\nStyles is similar to criminals locked up\nWith gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\nI live once though the mind stays infinite\nTravel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\nWhile I carry, to earn a decent salary\nSoon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\nReal great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\nAnd real cats cold watch my back\nBut listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\nStarvin individuals kill\nI puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\nProjects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\nHalf of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\nSo many fake half real freedom-ville\nBorn to science my alliance analyzes\nWild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\nThe unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\nWith jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\nChill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\nI hate to have to tie the next guy up\nPay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\nNow I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nWord up Dunn\nIt's raining, he's changing\nPeace to Philly, VA, these days\nMy man is going insane\nWord up y'all\nMy man is going insane\nWord up\nInsane\nThe sun moon and stars\nFly cars, word up y'all\n\nNo sunlight, more gun fights\nI've lost him to the street life\nStreet life\nNo cash flow, no more dough\nHe's someone I don't even know\nSomeone I don't know\nRainy Dayz...\n\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nI lost him to the street life\nThe street life, whoahhhhh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rainy Dayz\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Raekwon Videos\n  duration_ms: 363000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\n  Summer's dream inside\n  Of how I'm gonna get mine\n  I'm thinkin bout so many ways\n  Of how to conquer these rainy days...\n  (You sang beautifully just now)\n  (I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\n  It's going down man, word man\n  Sup black?\n  Niggaz is fuckin around my gate man\n  Word?\n  Fuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\n  For real I ain't playin\n  Whatever whatever...\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n\n  The war is on, yo\n\n  [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n  On rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\n  How to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\n  Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias\n  We can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\n  But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\n  How it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\n  But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\n  Heavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\n  Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\n  And little macks milk, blast the year\n  That was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\n  Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\n  Bless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\n  Niggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\n  Coke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\n  Them big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\n  Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\n  The fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\n  I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\n  Sippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n  (Raining)\n  Devine\n  Waiting on these raw teats takes too long\n  It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\n  But that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\n  I need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\n  Many heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\n  So now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n  Past sunlight, more gunfight\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n  ...time to get the feeling, word up\n\n  What brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\n  The beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\n  Styles is similar to criminals locked up\n  With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\n  I live once though the mind stays infinite\n  Travel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\n  While I carry, to earn a decent salary\n  Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\n  Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\n  And real cats cold watch my back\n  But listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\n  Starvin individuals kill\n  I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\n  Projects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\n  Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\n  So many fake half real freedom-ville\n  Born to science my alliance analyzes\n  Wild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\n  The unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\n  With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\n  Chill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\n  I hate to have to tie the next guy up\n  Pay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\n  Now I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Word up Dunn\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Peace to Philly, VA, these days\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up y'all\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up\n  Insane\n  The sun moon and stars\n  Fly cars, word up y'all\n\n  No sunlight, more gun fights\n  I've lost him to the street life\n  Street life\n  No cash flow, no more dough\n  He's someone I don't even know\n  Someone I don't know\n  Rainy Dayz...\n\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  I lost him to the street life\n  The street life, whoahhhhh\n"},{"id":18779623,"name":"06-Rainy Dayz","trackName":"06-Rainy Dayz","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Raekwon_Only Built 4 Cuban Linx","duration":362.793917,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Summer's dream inside\nOf how I'm gonna get mine\nI'm thinkin bout so many ways\nOf how to conquer these rainy days\n(You sang beautifully just now)\n(I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\nIt's going down man, word man\nSup black?\nNiggaz is fuckin around my gate man\nWord?\nFuck them yo, I'ma murder somebody man\nFor real I ain't playing,whatever whatever\n\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane\nThe war is on, yo\n\nOn rainy days I sit back and count ways on\nHow to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\nStood up late nights, build with my a-lias\nWe can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\nBut this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\nHow it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\nBut in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\nHeavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\nOld flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\n\nAnd little macks milk, blast the year\nThat was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\nWho got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\nBless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\nNiggas want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\nCoke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\nThem big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\nStop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\nThe fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\n\nI gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\nSippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n(Raining)\nDevine\n\nWaiting on these raw teats takes too long\nIt's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\nBut that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\nI need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\nMany heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\nSo now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane\nPast sunlight, more gunfight\nTime to get the feeling, word up\n\nWhat brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\nThe beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\nStyles is similar to criminals locked up\nWith gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\nI live once though the mind stays infinite\nTravel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\nWhile I carry, to earn a decent salary\nSoon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\nReal great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\n\nAnd real cats cold watch my back\nBut listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real\nStarvin individuals kill\nI puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\nProjects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\nHalf of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\n\nSo many fake half real freedom-ville\nBorn to science my alliance analyzes\nWild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\nThe unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\nWith jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\nChill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\nI hate to have to tie the next guy up\nPay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\nNow I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\nIt's raining, he's changing\nWord up Dunn\nIt's raining, he's changing\nPeace to Philly, VA, these days\nMy man is going insane\nWord up y'all\nMy man is going insane\nWord up\nThe sun moon and stars\nFly cars, word up y'all\n\nNo sunlight, more gun fights\nI've lost him to the street life\nStreet life\nNo cash flow, no more dough\nHe's someone I don't even know\nSomeone I don't know\nRainy Dayz\n\nGetting through those rainy dayz\nGetting through those rainy dayz\nGetting through those rainy dayz\nGetting through those rainy dayz\nI lost him to the street life\nThe street life, whoah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.61] Summer's dream inside\n[00:06.49] Of how I'm gonna get mine\n[00:15.27] I'm thinkin bout so many ways\n[00:23.44] Of how to conquer these rainy days\n[00:35.69] (You sang beautifully just now)\n[00:39.69] (I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n[00:44.43] It's going down man, word man\n[00:46.30] Sup black?\n[00:47.57] Niggaz is fuckin around my gate man\n[00:49.99] Word?\n[00:50.98] Fuck them yo, I'ma murder somebody man\n[00:53.09] For real I ain't playing,whatever whatever\n[00:53.65] It's raining, he's changing\n[00:57.80] My man is going insane\n[01:05.71] Insane\n[01:10.59] The war is on, yo\n[01:12.11] On rainy days I sit back and count ways on\n[01:15.53] How to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\n[01:18.01] Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias\n[01:20.54] We can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\n[01:23.16] But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\n[01:25.71] How it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\n[01:28.33] But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\n[01:30.92] Heavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\n[01:33.36] Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\n[01:36.33] And little macks milk, blast the year\n[01:38.97] That was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\n[01:41.41] Who got the bad base? 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Filthiest fiends scream for more\nBless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\nNiggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\nCoke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\nThem big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\nStop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\nThe fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\nI gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\nSippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n(Raining)\nDevine\nWaiting on these raw teats takes too long\nIt's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\nBut that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\nI need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\nMany heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\nSo now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\nPast sunlight, more gunfight\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n...time to get the feeling, word up\n\nWhat brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\nThe beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\nStyles is similar to criminals locked up\nWith gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\nI live once though the mind stays infinite\nTravel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\nWhile I carry, to earn a decent salary\nSoon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\nReal great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\nAnd real cats cold watch my back\nBut listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\nStarvin individuals kill\nI puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\nProjects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\nHalf of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\nSo many fake half real freedom-ville\nBorn to science my alliance analyzes\nWild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\nThe unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\nWith jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\nChill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\nI hate to have to tie the next guy up\nPay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\nNow I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nWord up Dunn\nIt's raining, he's changing\nPeace to Philly, VA, these days\nMy man is going insane\nWord up y'all\nMy man is going insane\nWord up\nInsane\nThe sun moon and stars\nFly cars, word up y'all\n\nNo sunlight, more gun fights\nI've lost him to the street life\nStreet life\nNo cash flow, no more dough\nHe's someone I don't even know\nSomeone I don't know\nRainy Dayz...\n\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nI lost him to the street life\nThe street life, whoahhhhh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rainy Dayz\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx\n  duration_ms: 363000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\n  Summer's dream inside\n  Of how I'm gonna get mine\n  I'm thinkin bout so many ways\n  Of how to conquer these rainy days...\n  (You sang beautifully just now)\n  (I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\n  It's going down man, word man\n  Sup black?\n  Niggaz is fuckin around my gate man\n  Word?\n  Fuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\n  For real I ain't playin\n  Whatever whatever...\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n\n  The war is on, yo\n\n  [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n  On rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\n  How to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\n  Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias\n  We can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\n  But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\n  How it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\n  But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\n  Heavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\n  Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\n  And little macks milk, blast the year\n  That was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\n  Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\n  Bless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\n  Niggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\n  Coke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\n  Them big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\n  Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\n  The fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\n  I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\n  Sippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n  (Raining)\n  Devine\n  Waiting on these raw teats takes too long\n  It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\n  But that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\n  I need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\n  Many heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\n  So now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n  Past sunlight, more gunfight\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n  ...time to get the feeling, word up\n\n  What brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\n  The beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\n  Styles is similar to criminals locked up\n  With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\n  I live once though the mind stays infinite\n  Travel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\n  While I carry, to earn a decent salary\n  Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\n  Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\n  And real cats cold watch my back\n  But listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\n  Starvin individuals kill\n  I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\n  Projects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\n  Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\n  So many fake half real freedom-ville\n  Born to science my alliance analyzes\n  Wild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\n  The unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\n  With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\n  Chill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\n  I hate to have to tie the next guy up\n  Pay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\n  Now I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Word up Dunn\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Peace to Philly, VA, these days\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up y'all\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up\n  Insane\n  The sun moon and stars\n  Fly cars, word up y'all\n\n  No sunlight, more gun fights\n  I've lost him to the street life\n  Street life\n  No cash flow, no more dough\n  He's someone I don't even know\n  Someone I don't know\n  Rainy Dayz...\n\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  I lost him to the street life\n  The street life, whoahhhhh\n"},{"id":9288062,"name":"Rainy Dayz","trackName":"Rainy Dayz","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…","duration":363.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\nSummer's dream inside\nOf how I'm gonna get mine\nI'm thinkin bout so many ways\nOf how to conquer these rainy days...\n(You sang beautifully just now)\n(I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\nIt's going down man, word man\nSup black?\nNiggaz is fuckin around my gate man\nWord?\nFuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\nFor real I ain't playin\nWhatever whatever...\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\n\nThe war is on, yo\n\n[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\nOn rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\nhow to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\nStood up late nights, build with my a-lias\nWe can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\nBut this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\nHow it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\nBut in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\nHeavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\nOld flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\nAnd little macks milk, blast the year\nThat was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\nWho got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\nBless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\nNiggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\nCoke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\nThem big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\nStop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\nthe fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\nI gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\nSippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n(Raining)\ndevine\nWaiting on these raw teats takes too long\nIt's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\nBut that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\nI need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\nMany heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\nSo now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\nPast sunlight, more gunfight\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n...time to get the feeling, word up\n\nWhat brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\nThe beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\nStyles is similar to criminals locked up\nWith gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\nI live once though the mind stays infinite\nTravel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\nWhile I carry, to earn a decent salary\nSoon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\nReal great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\nAnd real cats cold watch my back\nBut listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\nstarvin individuals kill\nI puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\nProjects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\nHalf of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\nSo many fake half real freedom-ville\nBorn to science my alliance analyzes\nWild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\nThe unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\nWith jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\nChill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\nI hate to have to tie the next guy up\nPay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\nNow I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nWord up Dunn\nIt's raining, he's changing\nPeace to Philly, VA, these days\nMy man is going insane\nWord up y'all\nMy man is going insane\nWord up\nInsane\nThe sun moon and stars\nFly cars, word up y'all\n\nNo sunlight, more gun fights\nI've lost him to the street life\nStreet life\nNo cash flow, no more dough\nHe's someone I don't even know\nSomeone I don't know\nRainy Dayz...\n\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nI lost him to the street life\nThe street life, whoahhhhh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rainy Dayz\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…\n  duration_ms: 363000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\n  Summer's dream inside\n  Of how I'm gonna get mine\n  I'm thinkin bout so many ways\n  Of how to conquer these rainy days...\n  (You sang beautifully just now)\n  (I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\n  It's going down man, word man\n  Sup black?\n  Niggaz is fuckin around my gate man\n  Word?\n  Fuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\n  For real I ain't playin\n  Whatever whatever...\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n\n  The war is on, yo\n\n  [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n  On rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\n  how to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\n  Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias\n  We can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\n  But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\n  How it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\n  But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\n  Heavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\n  Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\n  And little macks milk, blast the year\n  That was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\n  Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\n  Bless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\n  Niggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\n  Coke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\n  Them big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\n  Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\n  the fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\n  I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\n  Sippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n  (Raining)\n  devine\n  Waiting on these raw teats takes too long\n  It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\n  But that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\n  I need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\n  Many heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\n  So now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n  Past sunlight, more gunfight\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n  ...time to get the feeling, word up\n\n  What brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\n  The beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\n  Styles is similar to criminals locked up\n  With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\n  I live once though the mind stays infinite\n  Travel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\n  While I carry, to earn a decent salary\n  Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\n  Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\n  And real cats cold watch my back\n  But listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\n  starvin individuals kill\n  I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\n  Projects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\n  Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\n  So many fake half real freedom-ville\n  Born to science my alliance analyzes\n  Wild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\n  The unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\n  With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\n  Chill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\n  I hate to have to tie the next guy up\n  Pay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\n  Now I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Word up Dunn\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Peace to Philly, VA, these days\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up y'all\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up\n  Insane\n  The sun moon and stars\n  Fly cars, word up y'all\n\n  No sunlight, more gun fights\n  I've lost him to the street life\n  Street life\n  No cash flow, no more dough\n  He's someone I don't even know\n  Someone I don't know\n  Rainy Dayz...\n\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  I lost him to the street life\n  The street life, whoahhhhh\n"},{"id":14207332,"name":"Rainy Dayz","trackName":"Rainy Dayz","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx․․․","duration":362.76,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\nSummer's dream inside\nOf how I'm gonna get mine\nI'm thinkin bout so many ways\nOf how to conquer these rainy days...\n(You sang beautifully just now)\n(I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\nIt's going down man, word man\nSup black?\nNiggaz is fuckin around my gate man\nWord?\nFuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\nFor real I ain't playin\nWhatever whatever...\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\n\nThe war is on, yo\n\n[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\nOn rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\nhow to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\nStood up late nights, build with my a-lias\nWe can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\nBut this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\nHow it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\nBut in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\nHeavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\nOld flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\nAnd little macks milk, blast the year\nThat was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\nWho got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\nBless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\nNiggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\nCoke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\nThem big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\nStop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\nthe fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\nI gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\nSippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n(Raining)\ndevine\nWaiting on these raw teats takes too long\nIt's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\nBut that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\nI need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\nMany heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\nSo now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\nPast sunlight, more gunfight\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n...time to get the feeling, word up\n\nWhat brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\nThe beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\nStyles is similar to criminals locked up\nWith gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\nI live once though the mind stays infinite\nTravel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\nWhile I carry, to earn a decent salary\nSoon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\nReal great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\nAnd real cats cold watch my back\nBut listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\nstarvin individuals kill\nI puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\nProjects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\nHalf of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\nSo many fake half real freedom-ville\nBorn to science my alliance analyzes\nWild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\nThe unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\nWith jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\nChill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\nI hate to have to tie the next guy up\nPay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\nNow I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nWord up Dunn\nIt's raining, he's changing\nPeace to Philly, VA, these days\nMy man is going insane\nWord up y'all\nMy man is going insane\nWord up\nInsane\nThe sun moon and stars\nFly cars, word up y'all\n\nNo sunlight, more gun fights\nI've lost him to the street life\nStreet life\nNo cash flow, no more dough\nHe's someone I don't even know\nSomeone I don't know\nRainy Dayz...\n\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nI lost him to the street life\nThe street life, whoahhhhh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rainy Dayz\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx․․․\n  duration_ms: 362760\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\n  Summer's dream inside\n  Of how I'm gonna get mine\n  I'm thinkin bout so many ways\n  Of how to conquer these rainy days...\n  (You sang beautifully just now)\n  (I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\n  It's going down man, word man\n  Sup black?\n  Niggaz is fuckin around my gate man\n  Word?\n  Fuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\n  For real I ain't playin\n  Whatever whatever...\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n\n  The war is on, yo\n\n  [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n  On rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\n  how to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\n  Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias\n  We can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\n  But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\n  How it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\n  But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\n  Heavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\n  Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\n  And little macks milk, blast the year\n  That was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\n  Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\n  Bless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\n  Niggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\n  Coke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\n  Them big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\n  Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\n  the fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\n  I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\n  Sippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n  (Raining)\n  devine\n  Waiting on these raw teats takes too long\n  It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\n  But that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\n  I need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\n  Many heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\n  So now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n  Past sunlight, more gunfight\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n  ...time to get the feeling, word up\n\n  What brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\n  The beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\n  Styles is similar to criminals locked up\n  With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\n  I live once though the mind stays infinite\n  Travel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\n  While I carry, to earn a decent salary\n  Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\n  Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\n  And real cats cold watch my back\n  But listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\n  starvin individuals kill\n  I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\n  Projects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\n  Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\n  So many fake half real freedom-ville\n  Born to science my alliance analyzes\n  Wild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\n  The unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\n  With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\n  Chill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\n  I hate to have to tie the next guy up\n  Pay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\n  Now I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Word up Dunn\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Peace to Philly, VA, these days\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up y'all\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up\n  Insane\n  The sun moon and stars\n  Fly cars, word up y'all\n\n  No sunlight, more gun fights\n  I've lost him to the street life\n  Street life\n  No cash flow, no more dough\n  He's someone I don't even know\n  Someone I don't know\n  Rainy Dayz...\n\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  I lost him to the street life\n  The street life, whoahhhhh\n"},{"id":21948417,"name":"Rainy Dayz","trackName":"Rainy Dayz","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx","duration":360.782458,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\nSummer's dream inside\nOf how I'm gonna get mine\nI'm thinkin bout so many ways\nOf how to conquer these rainy days...\n(You sang beautifully just now)\n(I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\nIt's going down man, word man\nSup black?\nNiggaz is fuckin around my gate man\nWord?\nFuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\nFor real I ain't playin\nWhatever whatever...\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\n\nThe war is on, yo\n\n[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\nOn rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\nHow to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\nStood up late nights, build with my a-lias\nWe can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\nBut this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\nHow it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\nBut in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\nHeavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\nOld flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\nAnd little macks milk, blast the year\nThat was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\nWho got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\nBless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\nNiggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\nCoke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\nThem big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\nStop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\nThe fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\nI gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\nSippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n(Raining)\nDevine\nWaiting on these raw teats takes too long\nIt's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\nBut that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\nI need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\nMany heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\nSo now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\nPast sunlight, more gunfight\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n...time to get the feeling, word up\n\nWhat brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\nThe beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\nStyles is similar to criminals locked up\nWith gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\nI live once though the mind stays infinite\nTravel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\nWhile I carry, to earn a decent salary\nSoon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\nReal great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\nAnd real cats cold watch my back\nBut listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\nStarvin individuals kill\nI puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\nProjects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\nHalf of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\nSo many fake half real freedom-ville\nBorn to science my alliance analyzes\nWild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\nThe unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\nWith jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\nChill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\nI hate to have to tie the next guy up\nPay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\nNow I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nWord up Dunn\nIt's raining, he's changing\nPeace to Philly, VA, these days\nMy man is going insane\nWord up y'all\nMy man is going insane\nWord up\nInsane\nThe sun moon and stars\nFly cars, word up y'all\n\nNo sunlight, more gun fights\nI've lost him to the street life\nStreet life\nNo cash flow, no more dough\nHe's someone I don't even know\nSomeone I don't know\nRainy Dayz...\n\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nI lost him to the street life\nThe street life, whoahhhhh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rainy Dayz\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx\n  duration_ms: 360782\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\n  Summer's dream inside\n  Of how I'm gonna get mine\n  I'm thinkin bout so many ways\n  Of how to conquer these rainy days...\n  (You sang beautifully just now)\n  (I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\n  It's going down man, word man\n  Sup black?\n  Niggaz is fuckin around my gate man\n  Word?\n  Fuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\n  For real I ain't playin\n  Whatever whatever...\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n\n  The war is on, yo\n\n  [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n  On rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\n  How to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\n  Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias\n  We can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\n  But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\n  How it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\n  But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\n  Heavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\n  Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\n  And little macks milk, blast the year\n  That was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\n  Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\n  Bless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\n  Niggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\n  Coke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\n  Them big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\n  Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\n  The fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\n  I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\n  Sippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n  (Raining)\n  Devine\n  Waiting on these raw teats takes too long\n  It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\n  But that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\n  I need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\n  Many heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\n  So now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n  Past sunlight, more gunfight\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n  ...time to get the feeling, word up\n\n  What brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\n  The beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\n  Styles is similar to criminals locked up\n  With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\n  I live once though the mind stays infinite\n  Travel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\n  While I carry, to earn a decent salary\n  Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\n  Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\n  And real cats cold watch my back\n  But listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\n  Starvin individuals kill\n  I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\n  Projects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\n  Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\n  So many fake half real freedom-ville\n  Born to science my alliance analyzes\n  Wild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\n  The unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\n  With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\n  Chill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\n  I hate to have to tie the next guy up\n  Pay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\n  Now I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Word up Dunn\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Peace to Philly, VA, these days\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up y'all\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up\n  Insane\n  The sun moon and stars\n  Fly cars, word up y'all\n\n  No sunlight, more gun fights\n  I've lost him to the street life\n  Street life\n  No cash flow, no more dough\n  He's someone I don't even know\n  Someone I don't know\n  Rainy Dayz...\n\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  I lost him to the street life\n  The street life, whoahhhhh\n"},{"id":21747828,"name":"Rainy Dayz","trackName":"Rainy Dayz","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"R.A.G.U. 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Filthiest fiends scream for more\nBless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\nNiggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\nCoke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\nThem big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\nStop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\nThe fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\nI gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\nSippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n(Raining)\nDevine\nWaiting on these raw teats takes too long\nIt's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\nBut that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\nI need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\nMany heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\nSo now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\nPast sunlight, more gunfight\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n...time to get the feeling, word up\n\nWhat brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\nThe beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\nStyles is similar to criminals locked up\nWith gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\nI live once though the mind stays infinite\nTravel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\nWhile I carry, to earn a decent salary\nSoon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\nReal great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\nAnd real cats cold watch my back\nBut listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\nStarvin individuals kill\nI puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\nProjects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\nHalf of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\nSo many fake half real freedom-ville\nBorn to science my alliance analyzes\nWild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\nThe unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\nWith jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\nChill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\nI hate to have to tie the next guy up\nPay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\nNow I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nWord up Dunn\nIt's raining, he's changing\nPeace to Philly, VA, these days\nMy man is going insane\nWord up y'all\nMy man is going insane\nWord up\nInsane\nThe sun moon and stars\nFly cars, word up y'all\n\nNo sunlight, more gun fights\nI've lost him to the street life\nStreet life\nNo cash flow, no more dough\nHe's someone I don't even know\nSomeone I don't know\nRainy Dayz...\n\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nI lost him to the street life\nThe street life, whoahhhhh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rainy Dayz\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: R.A.G.U. 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Filthiest fiends scream for more\n  Bless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\n  Niggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\n  Coke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\n  Them big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\n  Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\n  The fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\n  I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\n  Sippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n  (Raining)\n  Devine\n  Waiting on these raw teats takes too long\n  It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\n  But that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\n  I need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\n  Many heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\n  So now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n  Past sunlight, more gunfight\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n  ...time to get the feeling, word up\n\n  What brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\n  The beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\n  Styles is similar to criminals locked up\n  With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\n  I live once though the mind stays infinite\n  Travel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\n  While I carry, to earn a decent salary\n  Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\n  Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\n  And real cats cold watch my back\n  But listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\n  Starvin individuals kill\n  I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\n  Projects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\n  Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\n  So many fake half real freedom-ville\n  Born to science my alliance analyzes\n  Wild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\n  The unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\n  With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\n  Chill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\n  I hate to have to tie the next guy up\n  Pay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\n  Now I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Word up Dunn\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Peace to Philly, VA, these days\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up y'all\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up\n  Insane\n  The sun moon and stars\n  Fly cars, word up y'all\n\n  No sunlight, more gun fights\n  I've lost him to the street life\n  Street life\n  No cash flow, no more dough\n  He's someone I don't even know\n  Someone I don't know\n  Rainy Dayz...\n\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  I lost him to the street life\n  The street life, whoahhhhh\n"},{"id":9625564,"name":"Rainy Dayz","trackName":"Rainy Dayz","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx Instrumentals","duration":364.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\nSummer's dream inside\nOf how I'm gonna get mine\nI'm thinkin bout so many ways\nOf how to conquer these rainy days...\n(You sang beautifully just now)\n(I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\nIt's going down man, word man\nSup black?\nNiggaz is fuckin around my gate man\nWord?\nFuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\nFor real I ain't playin\nWhatever whatever...\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\n\nThe war is on, yo\n\n[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\nOn rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\nhow to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\nStood up late nights, build with my a-lias\nWe can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\nBut this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\nHow it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\nBut in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\nHeavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\nOld flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\nAnd little macks milk, blast the year\nThat was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\nWho got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\nBless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\nNiggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\nCoke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\nThem big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\nStop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\nthe fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\nI gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\nSippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n(Raining)\ndevine\nWaiting on these raw teats takes too long\nIt's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\nBut that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\nI need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\nMany heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\nSo now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\nPast sunlight, more gunfight\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n...time to get the feeling, word up\n\nWhat brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\nThe beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\nStyles is similar to criminals locked up\nWith gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\nI live once though the mind stays infinite\nTravel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\nWhile I carry, to earn a decent salary\nSoon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\nReal great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\nAnd real cats cold watch my back\nBut listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\nstarvin individuals kill\nI puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\nProjects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\nHalf of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\nSo many fake half real freedom-ville\nBorn to science my alliance analyzes\nWild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\nThe unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\nWith jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\nChill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\nI hate to have to tie the next guy up\nPay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\nNow I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nWord up Dunn\nIt's raining, he's changing\nPeace to Philly, VA, these days\nMy man is going insane\nWord up y'all\nMy man is going insane\nWord up\nInsane\nThe sun moon and stars\nFly cars, word up y'all\n\nNo sunlight, more gun fights\nI've lost him to the street life\nStreet life\nNo cash flow, no more dough\nHe's someone I don't even know\nSomeone I don't know\nRainy Dayz...\n\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nI lost him to the street life\nThe street life, whoahhhhh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rainy Dayz\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx Instrumentals\n  duration_ms: 364000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\n  Summer's dream inside\n  Of how I'm gonna get mine\n  I'm thinkin bout so many ways\n  Of how to conquer these rainy days...\n  (You sang beautifully just now)\n  (I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\n  It's going down man, word man\n  Sup black?\n  Niggaz is fuckin around my gate man\n  Word?\n  Fuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\n  For real I ain't playin\n  Whatever whatever...\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n\n  The war is on, yo\n\n  [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n  On rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\n  how to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\n  Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias\n  We can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\n  But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\n  How it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\n  But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\n  Heavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\n  Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\n  And little macks milk, blast the year\n  That was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\n  Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\n  Bless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\n  Niggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\n  Coke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\n  Them big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\n  Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\n  the fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\n  I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\n  Sippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n  (Raining)\n  devine\n  Waiting on these raw teats takes too long\n  It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\n  But that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\n  I need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\n  Many heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\n  So now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n  Past sunlight, more gunfight\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n  ...time to get the feeling, word up\n\n  What brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\n  The beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\n  Styles is similar to criminals locked up\n  With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\n  I live once though the mind stays infinite\n  Travel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\n  While I carry, to earn a decent salary\n  Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\n  Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\n  And real cats cold watch my back\n  But listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\n  starvin individuals kill\n  I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\n  Projects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\n  Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\n  So many fake half real freedom-ville\n  Born to science my alliance analyzes\n  Wild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\n  The unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\n  With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\n  Chill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\n  I hate to have to tie the next guy up\n  Pay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\n  Now I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Word up Dunn\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Peace to Philly, VA, these days\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up y'all\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up\n  Insane\n  The sun moon and stars\n  Fly cars, word up y'all\n\n  No sunlight, more gun fights\n  I've lost him to the street life\n  Street life\n  No cash flow, no more dough\n  He's someone I don't even know\n  Someone I don't know\n  Rainy Dayz...\n\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  I lost him to the street life\n  The street life, whoahhhhh\n"},{"id":36766159,"name":"Rainy Dayz","trackName":"Rainy Dayz","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…","duration":317.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\nSummer's dream inside\nOf how I'm gonna get mine\nI'm thinkin bout so many ways\nOf how to conquer these rainy days...\n(You sang beautifully just now)\n(I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\nIt's going down man, word man\nSup black?\nNiggaz is fuckin around my gate man\nWord?\nFuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\nFor real I ain't playin\nWhatever whatever...\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\n\nThe war is on, yo\n\n[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\nOn rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\nHow to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\nStood up late nights, build with my a-lias\nWe can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\nBut this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\nHow it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\nBut in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\nHeavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\nOld flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\nAnd little macks milk, blast the year\nThat was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\nWho got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\nBless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\nNiggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\nCoke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\nThem big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\nStop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\nThe fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\nI gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\nSippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n(Raining)\nDevine\nWaiting on these raw teats takes too long\nIt's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\nBut that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\nI need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\nMany heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\nSo now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\nPast sunlight, more gunfight\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n...time to get the feeling, word up\n\nWhat brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\nThe beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\nStyles is similar to criminals locked up\nWith gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\nI live once though the mind stays infinite\nTravel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\nWhile I carry, to earn a decent salary\nSoon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\nReal great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\nAnd real cats cold watch my back\nBut listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\nStarvin individuals kill\nI puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\nProjects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\nHalf of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\nSo many fake half real freedom-ville\nBorn to science my alliance analyzes\nWild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\nThe unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\nWith jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\nChill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\nI hate to have to tie the next guy up\nPay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\nNow I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nWord up Dunn\nIt's raining, he's changing\nPeace to Philly, VA, these days\nMy man is going insane\nWord up y'all\nMy man is going insane\nWord up\nInsane\nThe sun moon and stars\nFly cars, word up y'all\n\nNo sunlight, more gun fights\nI've lost him to the street life\nStreet life\nNo cash flow, no more dough\nHe's someone I don't even know\nSomeone I don't know\nRainy Dayz...\n\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nI lost him to the street life\nThe street life, whoahhhhh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rainy Dayz\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…\n  duration_ms: 317000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\n  Summer's dream inside\n  Of how I'm gonna get mine\n  I'm thinkin bout so many ways\n  Of how to conquer these rainy days...\n  (You sang beautifully just now)\n  (I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\n  It's going down man, word man\n  Sup black?\n  Niggaz is fuckin around my gate man\n  Word?\n  Fuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\n  For real I ain't playin\n  Whatever whatever...\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n\n  The war is on, yo\n\n  [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n  On rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\n  How to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\n  Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias\n  We can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\n  But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\n  How it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\n  But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\n  Heavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\n  Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\n  And little macks milk, blast the year\n  That was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\n  Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\n  Bless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\n  Niggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\n  Coke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\n  Them big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\n  Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\n  The fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\n  I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\n  Sippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n  (Raining)\n  Devine\n  Waiting on these raw teats takes too long\n  It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\n  But that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\n  I need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\n  Many heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\n  So now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n  Past sunlight, more gunfight\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n  ...time to get the feeling, word up\n\n  What brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\n  The beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\n  Styles is similar to criminals locked up\n  With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\n  I live once though the mind stays infinite\n  Travel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\n  While I carry, to earn a decent salary\n  Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\n  Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\n  And real cats cold watch my back\n  But listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\n  Starvin individuals kill\n  I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\n  Projects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\n  Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\n  So many fake half real freedom-ville\n  Born to science my alliance analyzes\n  Wild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\n  The unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\n  With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\n  Chill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\n  I hate to have to tie the next guy up\n  Pay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\n  Now I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Word up Dunn\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Peace to Philly, VA, these days\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up y'all\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up\n  Insane\n  The sun moon and stars\n  Fly cars, word up y'all\n\n  No sunlight, more gun fights\n  I've lost him to the street life\n  Street life\n  No cash flow, no more dough\n  He's someone I don't even know\n  Someone I don't know\n  Rainy Dayz...\n\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  I lost him to the street life\n  The street life, whoahhhhh\n"},{"id":34401356,"name":"Rainy Dayz","trackName":"Rainy Dayz","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx Instrumentals","duration":355.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\nSummer's dream inside\nOf how I'm gonna get mine\nI'm thinkin bout so many ways\nOf how to conquer these rainy days...\n(You sang beautifully just now)\n(I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\nIt's going down man, word man\nSup black?\nNiggaz is fuckin around my gate man\nWord?\nFuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\nFor real I ain't playin\nWhatever whatever...\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\n\nThe war is on, yo\n\n[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\nOn rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\nHow to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\nStood up late nights, build with my a-lias\nWe can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\nBut this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\nHow it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\nBut in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\nHeavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\nOld flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\nAnd little macks milk, blast the year\nThat was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\nWho got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\nBless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\nNiggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\nCoke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\nThem big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\nStop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\nThe fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\nI gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\nSippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n(Raining)\nDevine\nWaiting on these raw teats takes too long\nIt's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\nBut that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\nI need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\nMany heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\nSo now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\nPast sunlight, more gunfight\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n...time to get the feeling, word up\n\nWhat brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\nThe beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\nStyles is similar to criminals locked up\nWith gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\nI live once though the mind stays infinite\nTravel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\nWhile I carry, to earn a decent salary\nSoon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\nReal great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\nAnd real cats cold watch my back\nBut listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\nStarvin individuals kill\nI puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\nProjects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\nHalf of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\nSo many fake half real freedom-ville\nBorn to science my alliance analyzes\nWild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\nThe unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\nWith jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\nChill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\nI hate to have to tie the next guy up\nPay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\nNow I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nWord up Dunn\nIt's raining, he's changing\nPeace to Philly, VA, these days\nMy man is going insane\nWord up y'all\nMy man is going insane\nWord up\nInsane\nThe sun moon and stars\nFly cars, word up y'all\n\nNo sunlight, more gun fights\nI've lost him to the street life\nStreet life\nNo cash flow, no more dough\nHe's someone I don't even know\nSomeone I don't know\nRainy Dayz...\n\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nI lost him to the street life\nThe street life, whoahhhhh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rainy Dayz\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx Instrumentals\n  duration_ms: 355000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\n  Summer's dream inside\n  Of how I'm gonna get mine\n  I'm thinkin bout so many ways\n  Of how to conquer these rainy days...\n  (You sang beautifully just now)\n  (I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\n  It's going down man, word man\n  Sup black?\n  Niggaz is fuckin around my gate man\n  Word?\n  Fuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\n  For real I ain't playin\n  Whatever whatever...\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n\n  The war is on, yo\n\n  [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n  On rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\n  How to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\n  Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias\n  We can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\n  But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\n  How it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\n  But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\n  Heavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\n  Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\n  And little macks milk, blast the year\n  That was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\n  Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\n  Bless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\n  Niggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\n  Coke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\n  Them big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\n  Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\n  The fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\n  I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\n  Sippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n  (Raining)\n  Devine\n  Waiting on these raw teats takes too long\n  It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\n  But that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\n  I need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\n  Many heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\n  So now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n  Past sunlight, more gunfight\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n  ...time to get the feeling, word up\n\n  What brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\n  The beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\n  Styles is similar to criminals locked up\n  With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\n  I live once though the mind stays infinite\n  Travel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\n  While I carry, to earn a decent salary\n  Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\n  Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\n  And real cats cold watch my back\n  But listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\n  Starvin individuals kill\n  I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\n  Projects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\n  Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\n  So many fake half real freedom-ville\n  Born to science my alliance analyzes\n  Wild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\n  The unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\n  With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\n  Chill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\n  I hate to have to tie the next guy up\n  Pay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\n  Now I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Word up Dunn\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Peace to Philly, VA, these days\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up y'all\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up\n  Insane\n  The sun moon and stars\n  Fly cars, word up y'all\n\n  No sunlight, more gun fights\n  I've lost him to the street life\n  Street life\n  No cash flow, no more dough\n  He's someone I don't even know\n  Someone I don't know\n  Rainy Dayz...\n\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  I lost him to the street life\n  The street life, whoahhhhh\n"},{"id":33887941,"name":"Rainy Dayz","trackName":"Rainy Dayz","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…","duration":368.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\nSummer's dream inside\nOf how I'm gonna get mine\nI'm thinkin bout so many ways\nOf how to conquer these rainy days...\n(You sang beautifully just now)\n(I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\nIt's going down man, word man\nSup black?\nNiggaz is fuckin around my gate man\nWord?\nFuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\nFor real I ain't playin\nWhatever whatever...\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\n\nThe war is on, yo\n\n[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\nOn rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\nHow to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\nStood up late nights, build with my a-lias\nWe can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\nBut this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\nHow it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\nBut in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\nHeavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\nOld flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\nAnd little macks milk, blast the year\nThat was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\nWho got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\nBless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\nNiggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\nCoke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\nThem big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\nStop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\nThe fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\nI gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\nSippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n(Raining)\nDevine\nWaiting on these raw teats takes too long\nIt's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\nBut that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\nI need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\nMany heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\nSo now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\nPast sunlight, more gunfight\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n...time to get the feeling, word up\n\nWhat brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\nThe beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\nStyles is similar to criminals locked up\nWith gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\nI live once though the mind stays infinite\nTravel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\nWhile I carry, to earn a decent salary\nSoon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\nReal great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\nAnd real cats cold watch my back\nBut listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\nStarvin individuals kill\nI puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\nProjects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\nHalf of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\nSo many fake half real freedom-ville\nBorn to science my alliance analyzes\nWild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\nThe unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\nWith jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\nChill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\nI hate to have to tie the next guy up\nPay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\nNow I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nWord up Dunn\nIt's raining, he's changing\nPeace to Philly, VA, these days\nMy man is going insane\nWord up y'all\nMy man is going insane\nWord up\nInsane\nThe sun moon and stars\nFly cars, word up y'all\n\nNo sunlight, more gun fights\nI've lost him to the street life\nStreet life\nNo cash flow, no more dough\nHe's someone I don't even know\nSomeone I don't know\nRainy Dayz...\n\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nI lost him to the street life\nThe street life, whoahhhhh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rainy Dayz\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…\n  duration_ms: 368000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\n  Summer's dream inside\n  Of how I'm gonna get mine\n  I'm thinkin bout so many ways\n  Of how to conquer these rainy days...\n  (You sang beautifully just now)\n  (I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\n  It's going down man, word man\n  Sup black?\n  Niggaz is fuckin around my gate man\n  Word?\n  Fuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\n  For real I ain't playin\n  Whatever whatever...\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n\n  The war is on, yo\n\n  [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n  On rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\n  How to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\n  Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias\n  We can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\n  But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\n  How it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\n  But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\n  Heavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\n  Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\n  And little macks milk, blast the year\n  That was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\n  Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\n  Bless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\n  Niggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\n  Coke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\n  Them big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\n  Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\n  The fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\n  I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\n  Sippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n  (Raining)\n  Devine\n  Waiting on these raw teats takes too long\n  It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\n  But that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\n  I need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\n  Many heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\n  So now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n  Past sunlight, more gunfight\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n  ...time to get the feeling, word up\n\n  What brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\n  The beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\n  Styles is similar to criminals locked up\n  With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\n  I live once though the mind stays infinite\n  Travel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\n  While I carry, to earn a decent salary\n  Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\n  Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\n  And real cats cold watch my back\n  But listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\n  Starvin individuals kill\n  I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\n  Projects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\n  Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\n  So many fake half real freedom-ville\n  Born to science my alliance analyzes\n  Wild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\n  The unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\n  With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\n  Chill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\n  I hate to have to tie the next guy up\n  Pay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\n  Now I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Word up Dunn\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Peace to Philly, VA, these days\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up y'all\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up\n  Insane\n  The sun moon and stars\n  Fly cars, word up y'all\n\n  No sunlight, more gun fights\n  I've lost him to the street life\n  Street life\n  No cash flow, no more dough\n  He's someone I don't even know\n  Someone I don't know\n  Rainy Dayz...\n\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  I lost him to the street life\n  The street life, whoahhhhh\n"},{"id":25766107,"name":"Rainy Dayz","trackName":"Rainy Dayz","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...","duration":223.92975,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\nSummer's dream inside\nOf how I'm gonna get mine\nI'm thinkin bout so many ways\nOf how to conquer these rainy days...\n(You sang beautifully just now)\n(I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\nIt's going down man, word man\nSup black?\nNiggaz is fuckin around my gate man\nWord?\nFuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\nFor real I ain't playin\nWhatever whatever...\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\n\nThe war is on, yo\n\n[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\nOn rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\nHow to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\nStood up late nights, build with my a-lias\nWe can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\nBut this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\nHow it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\nBut in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\nHeavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\nOld flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\nAnd little macks milk, blast the year\nThat was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\nWho got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\nBless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\nNiggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\nCoke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\nThem big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\nStop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\nThe fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\nI gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\nSippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n(Raining)\nDevine\nWaiting on these raw teats takes too long\nIt's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\nBut that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\nI need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\nMany heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\nSo now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\nPast sunlight, more gunfight\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n...time to get the feeling, word up\n\nWhat brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\nThe beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\nStyles is similar to criminals locked up\nWith gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\nI live once though the mind stays infinite\nTravel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\nWhile I carry, to earn a decent salary\nSoon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\nReal great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\nAnd real cats cold watch my back\nBut listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\nStarvin individuals kill\nI puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\nProjects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\nHalf of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\nSo many fake half real freedom-ville\nBorn to science my alliance analyzes\nWild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\nThe unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\nWith jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\nChill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\nI hate to have to tie the next guy up\nPay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\nNow I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nWord up Dunn\nIt's raining, he's changing\nPeace to Philly, VA, these days\nMy man is going insane\nWord up y'all\nMy man is going insane\nWord up\nInsane\nThe sun moon and stars\nFly cars, word up y'all\n\nNo sunlight, more gun fights\nI've lost him to the street life\nStreet life\nNo cash flow, no more dough\nHe's someone I don't even know\nSomeone I don't know\nRainy Dayz...\n\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nI lost him to the street life\nThe street life, whoahhhhh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rainy Dayz\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...\n  duration_ms: 223930\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\n  Summer's dream inside\n  Of how I'm gonna get mine\n  I'm thinkin bout so many ways\n  Of how to conquer these rainy days...\n  (You sang beautifully just now)\n  (I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\n  It's going down man, word man\n  Sup black?\n  Niggaz is fuckin around my gate man\n  Word?\n  Fuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\n  For real I ain't playin\n  Whatever whatever...\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n\n  The war is on, yo\n\n  [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n  On rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\n  How to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\n  Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias\n  We can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\n  But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\n  How it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\n  But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\n  Heavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\n  Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\n  And little macks milk, blast the year\n  That was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\n  Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\n  Bless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\n  Niggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\n  Coke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\n  Them big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\n  Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\n  The fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\n  I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\n  Sippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n  (Raining)\n  Devine\n  Waiting on these raw teats takes too long\n  It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\n  But that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\n  I need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\n  Many heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\n  So now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n  Past sunlight, more gunfight\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n  ...time to get the feeling, word up\n\n  What brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\n  The beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\n  Styles is similar to criminals locked up\n  With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\n  I live once though the mind stays infinite\n  Travel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\n  While I carry, to earn a decent salary\n  Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\n  Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\n  And real cats cold watch my back\n  But listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\n  Starvin individuals kill\n  I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\n  Projects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\n  Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\n  So many fake half real freedom-ville\n  Born to science my alliance analyzes\n  Wild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\n  The unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\n  With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\n  Chill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\n  I hate to have to tie the next guy up\n  Pay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\n  Now I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Word up Dunn\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Peace to Philly, VA, these days\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up y'all\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up\n  Insane\n  The sun moon and stars\n  Fly cars, word up y'all\n\n  No sunlight, more gun fights\n  I've lost him to the street life\n  Street life\n  No cash flow, no more dough\n  He's someone I don't even know\n  Someone I don't know\n  Rainy Dayz...\n\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  I lost him to the street life\n  The street life, whoahhhhh\n"},{"id":39347694,"name":"Rainy Dayz","trackName":"Rainy Dayz","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…","duration":388.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\nSummer's dream inside\nOf how I'm gonna get mine\nI'm thinkin bout so many ways\nOf how to conquer these rainy days...\n(You sang beautifully just now)\n(I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\nIt's going down man, word man\nSup black?\nNiggaz is fuckin around my gate man\nWord?\nFuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\nFor real I ain't playin\nWhatever whatever...\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\n\nThe war is on, yo\n\n[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\nOn rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\nHow to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\nStood up late nights, build with my a-lias\nWe can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\nBut this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\nHow it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\nBut in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\nHeavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\nOld flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\nAnd little macks milk, blast the year\nThat was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\nWho got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\nBless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\nNiggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\nCoke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\nThem big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\nStop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\nThe fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\nI gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\nSippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n(Raining)\nDevine\nWaiting on these raw teats takes too long\nIt's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\nBut that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\nI need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\nMany heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\nSo now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\nPast sunlight, more gunfight\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n...time to get the feeling, word up\n\nWhat brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\nThe beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\nStyles is similar to criminals locked up\nWith gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\nI live once though the mind stays infinite\nTravel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\nWhile I carry, to earn a decent salary\nSoon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\nReal great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\nAnd real cats cold watch my back\nBut listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\nStarvin individuals kill\nI puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\nProjects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\nHalf of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\nSo many fake half real freedom-ville\nBorn to science my alliance analyzes\nWild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\nThe unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\nWith jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\nChill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\nI hate to have to tie the next guy up\nPay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\nNow I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nWord up Dunn\nIt's raining, he's changing\nPeace to Philly, VA, these days\nMy man is going insane\nWord up y'all\nMy man is going insane\nWord up\nInsane\nThe sun moon and stars\nFly cars, word up y'all\n\nNo sunlight, more gun fights\nI've lost him to the street life\nStreet life\nNo cash flow, no more dough\nHe's someone I don't even know\nSomeone I don't know\nRainy Dayz...\n\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nI lost him to the street life\nThe street life, whoahhhhh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rainy Dayz\n  artist: Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…\n  duration_ms: 388316\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\n  Summer's dream inside\n  Of how I'm gonna get mine\n  I'm thinkin bout so many ways\n  Of how to conquer these rainy days...\n  (You sang beautifully just now)\n  (I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\n  It's going down man, word man\n  Sup black?\n  Niggaz is fuckin around my gate man\n  Word?\n  Fuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\n  For real I ain't playin\n  Whatever whatever...\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n\n  The war is on, yo\n\n  [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n  On rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\n  How to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\n  Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias\n  We can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\n  But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\n  How it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\n  But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\n  Heavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\n  Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\n  And little macks milk, blast the year\n  That was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\n  Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\n  Bless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\n  Niggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\n  Coke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\n  Them big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\n  Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\n  The fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\n  I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\n  Sippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n  (Raining)\n  Devine\n  Waiting on these raw teats takes too long\n  It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\n  But that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\n  I need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\n  Many heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\n  So now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n  Past sunlight, more gunfight\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n  ...time to get the feeling, word up\n\n  What brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\n  The beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\n  Styles is similar to criminals locked up\n  With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\n  I live once though the mind stays infinite\n  Travel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\n  While I carry, to earn a decent salary\n  Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\n  Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\n  And real cats cold watch my back\n  But listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\n  Starvin individuals kill\n  I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\n  Projects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\n  Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\n  So many fake half real freedom-ville\n  Born to science my alliance analyzes\n  Wild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\n  The unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\n  With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\n  Chill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\n  I hate to have to tie the next guy up\n  Pay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\n  Now I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Word up Dunn\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Peace to Philly, VA, these days\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up y'all\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up\n  Insane\n  The sun moon and stars\n  Fly cars, word up y'all\n\n  No sunlight, more gun fights\n  I've lost him to the street life\n  Street life\n  No cash flow, no more dough\n  He's someone I don't even know\n  Someone I don't know\n  Rainy Dayz...\n\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  I lost him to the street life\n  The street life, whoahhhhh\n"},{"id":2408171,"name":"Rainy Dayz","trackName":"Rainy Dayz","artistName":"Chef Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx","duration":363.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\nSummer's dream inside\nOf how I'm gonna get mine\nI'm thinkin bout so many ways\nOf how to conquer these rainy days...\n(You sang beautifully just now)\n(I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\nIt's going down man, word man\nSup black?\nNiggaz is fuckin around my gate man\nWord?\nFuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\nFor real I ain't playin\nWhatever whatever...\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\n\nThe war is on, yo\n\n[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\nOn rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\nHow to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\nStood up late nights, build with my a-lias\nWe can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\nBut this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\nHow it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\nBut in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\nHeavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\nOld flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\nAnd little macks milk, blast the year\nThat was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\nWho got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\nBless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\nNiggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\nCoke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\nThem big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\nStop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\nThe fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\nI gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\nSippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n(Raining)\nDevine\nWaiting on these raw teats takes too long\nIt's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\nBut that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\nI need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\nMany heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\nSo now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\nPast sunlight, more gunfight\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n...time to get the feeling, word up\n\nWhat brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\nThe beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\nStyles is similar to criminals locked up\nWith gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\nI live once though the mind stays infinite\nTravel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\nWhile I carry, to earn a decent salary\nSoon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\nReal great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\nAnd real cats cold watch my back\nBut listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\nStarvin individuals kill\nI puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\nProjects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\nHalf of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\nSo many fake half real freedom-ville\nBorn to science my alliance analyzes\nWild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\nThe unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\nWith jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\nChill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\nI hate to have to tie the next guy up\nPay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\nNow I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nWord up Dunn\nIt's raining, he's changing\nPeace to Philly, VA, these days\nMy man is going insane\nWord up y'all\nMy man is going insane\nWord up\nInsane\nThe sun moon and stars\nFly cars, word up y'all\n\nNo sunlight, more gun fights\nI've lost him to the street life\nStreet life\nNo cash flow, no more dough\nHe's someone I don't even know\nSomeone I don't know\nRainy Dayz...\n\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nI lost him to the street life\nThe street life, whoahhhhh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rainy Dayz\n  artist: Chef Raekwon\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx\n  duration_ms: 363000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\n  Summer's dream inside\n  Of how I'm gonna get mine\n  I'm thinkin bout so many ways\n  Of how to conquer these rainy days...\n  (You sang beautifully just now)\n  (I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\n  It's going down man, word man\n  Sup black?\n  Niggaz is fuckin around my gate man\n  Word?\n  Fuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\n  For real I ain't playin\n  Whatever whatever...\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n\n  The war is on, yo\n\n  [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n  On rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\n  How to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\n  Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias\n  We can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\n  But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\n  How it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\n  But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\n  Heavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\n  Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\n  And little macks milk, blast the year\n  That was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\n  Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\n  Bless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\n  Niggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\n  Coke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\n  Them big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\n  Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\n  The fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\n  I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\n  Sippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n  (Raining)\n  Devine\n  Waiting on these raw teats takes too long\n  It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\n  But that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\n  I need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\n  Many heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\n  So now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n  Past sunlight, more gunfight\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n  ...time to get the feeling, word up\n\n  What brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\n  The beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\n  Styles is similar to criminals locked up\n  With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\n  I live once though the mind stays infinite\n  Travel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\n  While I carry, to earn a decent salary\n  Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\n  Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\n  And real cats cold watch my back\n  But listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\n  Starvin individuals kill\n  I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\n  Projects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\n  Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\n  So many fake half real freedom-ville\n  Born to science my alliance analyzes\n  Wild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\n  The unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\n  With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\n  Chill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\n  I hate to have to tie the next guy up\n  Pay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\n  Now I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Word up Dunn\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Peace to Philly, VA, these days\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up y'all\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up\n  Insane\n  The sun moon and stars\n  Fly cars, word up y'all\n\n  No sunlight, more gun fights\n  I've lost him to the street life\n  Street life\n  No cash flow, no more dough\n  He's someone I don't even know\n  Someone I don't know\n  Rainy Dayz...\n\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  I lost him to the street life\n  The street life, whoahhhhh\n"},{"id":34490536,"name":"Rainy Dayz","trackName":"Rainy Dayz","artistName":"Chef Raekwon","albumName":"Bring Da Ruckus - A Loud Story","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\nSummer's dream inside\nOf how I'm gonna get mine\nI'm thinkin bout so many ways\nOf how to conquer these rainy days...\n(You sang beautifully just now)\n(I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\nIt's going down man, word man\nSup black?\nNiggaz is fuckin around my gate man\nWord?\nFuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\nFor real I ain't playin\nWhatever whatever...\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\n\nThe war is on, yo\n\n[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\nOn rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\nHow to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\nStood up late nights, build with my a-lias\nWe can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\nBut this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\nHow it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\nBut in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\nHeavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\nOld flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\nAnd little macks milk, blast the year\nThat was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\nWho got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\nBless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\nNiggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\nCoke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\nThem big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\nStop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\nThe fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\nI gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\nSippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n(Raining)\nDevine\nWaiting on these raw teats takes too long\nIt's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\nBut that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\nI need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\nMany heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\nSo now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\nPast sunlight, more gunfight\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n...time to get the feeling, word up\n\nWhat brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\nThe beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\nStyles is similar to criminals locked up\nWith gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\nI live once though the mind stays infinite\nTravel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\nWhile I carry, to earn a decent salary\nSoon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\nReal great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\nAnd real cats cold watch my back\nBut listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\nStarvin individuals kill\nI puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\nProjects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\nHalf of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\nSo many fake half real freedom-ville\nBorn to science my alliance analyzes\nWild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\nThe unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\nWith jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\nChill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\nI hate to have to tie the next guy up\nPay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\nNow I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nWord up Dunn\nIt's raining, he's changing\nPeace to Philly, VA, these days\nMy man is going insane\nWord up y'all\nMy man is going insane\nWord up\nInsane\nThe sun moon and stars\nFly cars, word up y'all\n\nNo sunlight, more gun fights\nI've lost him to the street life\nStreet life\nNo cash flow, no more dough\nHe's someone I don't even know\nSomeone I don't know\nRainy Dayz...\n\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nI lost him to the street life\nThe street life, whoahhhhh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rainy Dayz\n  artist: Chef Raekwon\n  album: Bring Da Ruckus - A Loud Story\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\n  Summer's dream inside\n  Of how I'm gonna get mine\n  I'm thinkin bout so many ways\n  Of how to conquer these rainy days...\n  (You sang beautifully just now)\n  (I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\n  It's going down man, word man\n  Sup black?\n  Niggaz is fuckin around my gate man\n  Word?\n  Fuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\n  For real I ain't playin\n  Whatever whatever...\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n\n  The war is on, yo\n\n  [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n  On rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\n  How to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\n  Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias\n  We can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\n  But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\n  How it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\n  But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\n  Heavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\n  Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\n  And little macks milk, blast the year\n  That was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\n  Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\n  Bless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\n  Niggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\n  Coke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\n  Them big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\n  Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\n  The fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\n  I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\n  Sippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n  (Raining)\n  Devine\n  Waiting on these raw teats takes too long\n  It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\n  But that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\n  I need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\n  Many heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\n  So now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n  Past sunlight, more gunfight\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n  ...time to get the feeling, word up\n\n  What brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\n  The beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\n  Styles is similar to criminals locked up\n  With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\n  I live once though the mind stays infinite\n  Travel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\n  While I carry, to earn a decent salary\n  Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\n  Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\n  And real cats cold watch my back\n  But listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\n  Starvin individuals kill\n  I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\n  Projects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\n  Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\n  So many fake half real freedom-ville\n  Born to science my alliance analyzes\n  Wild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\n  The unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\n  With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\n  Chill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\n  I hate to have to tie the next guy up\n  Pay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\n  Now I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Word up Dunn\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Peace to Philly, VA, these days\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up y'all\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up\n  Insane\n  The sun moon and stars\n  Fly cars, word up y'all\n\n  No sunlight, more gun fights\n  I've lost him to the street life\n  Street life\n  No cash flow, no more dough\n  He's someone I don't even know\n  Someone I don't know\n  Rainy Dayz...\n\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  I lost him to the street life\n  The street life, whoahhhhh\n"},{"id":6440063,"name":"Rainy Dayz ft","trackName":"Rainy Dayz ft","artistName":"Raekwon","albumName":"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx","duration":363.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\nSummer's dream inside\nOf how I'm gonna get mine\nI'm thinkin bout so many ways\nOf how to conquer these rainy days...\n(You sang beautifully just now)\n(I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\nIt's going down man, word man\nSup black?\nNiggaz is fuckin around my gate man\nWord?\nFuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\nFor real I ain't playin\nWhatever whatever...\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\n\nThe war is on, yo\n\n[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\nOn rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\nHow to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\nStood up late nights, build with my a-lias\nWe can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\nBut this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\nHow it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\nBut in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\nHeavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\nOld flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\nAnd little macks milk, blast the year\nThat was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\nWho got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\nBless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\nNiggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\nCoke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\nThem big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\nStop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\nThe fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\nI gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\nSippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n(Raining)\nDevine\nWaiting on these raw teats takes too long\nIt's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\nBut that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\nI need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\nMany heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\nSo now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\nPast sunlight, more gunfight\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n...time to get the feeling, word up\n\nWhat brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\nThe beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\nStyles is similar to criminals locked up\nWith gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\nI live once though the mind stays infinite\nTravel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\nWhile I carry, to earn a decent salary\nSoon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\nReal great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\nAnd real cats cold watch my back\nBut listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\nStarvin individuals kill\nI puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\nProjects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\nHalf of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\nSo many fake half real freedom-ville\nBorn to science my alliance analyzes\nWild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\nThe unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\nWith jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\nChill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\nI hate to have to tie the next guy up\nPay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\nNow I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nWord up Dunn\nIt's raining, he's changing\nPeace to Philly, VA, these days\nMy man is going insane\nWord up y'all\nMy man is going insane\nWord up\nInsane\nThe sun moon and stars\nFly cars, word up y'all\n\nNo sunlight, more gun fights\nI've lost him to the street life\nStreet life\nNo cash flow, no more dough\nHe's someone I don't even know\nSomeone I don't know\nRainy Dayz...\n\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nI lost him to the street life\nThe street life, whoahhhhh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.24] It's a mystery inside\n[00:08.57] Of how I'm gonna get mine\n[00:15.87] I'm thinking 'bout so many ways\n[00:24.59] Of how to conquer these rainy days\n[00:36.58] You sang beautifully just now\n[00:40.43] I sing for him and he isn't here\n[00:45.32] It's going down, man, word, man (what's up, Black?)\n[00:47.88] Niggas just fuckin' robbed my gate, man (word?)\n[00:50.88] It's raining (fuckin', yo, I'ma murder somebody, man, for real, I ain't playing)\n[00:54.30] He's changing (whatever, man, whatever)\n[00:58.60] My man is going insane, insane (the war is on, yo)\n[01:12.76] On rainy days, I sit back and count ways on\n[01:15.44] How to get rich, son, show and prove, ask my bitch\n[01:18.16] Stood up late nights, build with my a-alikes\n[01:20.52] We can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\n[01:23.25] But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\n[01:25.85] How it goes the only pesos made from scratch\n[01:28.48] But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\n[01:31.17] Heavy on the wrist, Polo mocs, socks and rugbies\n[01:33.86] Old flicks remind me of Gucci's\n[01:35.87] Back in Union Square when little Maxmil blast Pierre\n[01:38.86] That was Build Build, fast-forward '94\n[01:41.42] Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\n[01:44.01] Bless me out of state, howdy, Jake, Starks is back\n[01:46.65] Niggas want work, nine brought back off a G-pack\n[01:49.34] Coke rocks flood the co-ops, live in gossip\n[01:52.08] Them big lip niggas singing to cops need to box it\n[01:54.85] Stop it, the projects over-flooded with slow leaks\n[01:57.29] The fiends geek, new faces get wrapped in sheets\n[01:59.62] I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese line\n[02:02.58] Sipping on fine wines, the power of the blacks refined\n[02:06.43] (Rainy days), divine\n[02:10.58] Waiting on these royalties takes too long\n[02:12.75] It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\n[02:15.43] But that's ungodly, so, yo, God, pardon me\n[02:17.87] I need it real quick, the dough flow like penmanship\n[02:20.57] Meatheads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\n[02:23.35] So now talk shit, nigga, what?\n[02:25.86] It's raining, he's changing\n[02:32.66] My man is going 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Filthiest fiends scream for more\n  Bless me out of state, howdy, Jake, Starks is back\n  Niggas want work, nine brought back off a G-pack\n  Coke rocks flood the co-ops, live in gossip\n  Them big lip niggas singing to cops need to box it\n\n  Stop it, the projects over-flooded with slow leaks\n  The fiends geek, new faces get wrapped in sheets\n  I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese line\n  Sipping on fine wines, the power of the blacks refined\n  (Rainy days), divine\n\n  Waiting on these royalties takes too long\n  It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\n  But that's ungodly, so, yo, God, pardon me\n  I need it real quick, the dough flow like penmanship\n  Meatheads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\n  So now talk shit, nigga, what?\n\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane, insane\n  It's raining (past sunlight, more gunfight)\n\n  What brings rain, hail, snow, and earthquakes?\n  The beat breaks, 'cause all my niggas to break, son\n  Styles is similar to criminals locked up\n  With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\n  I live once, though the mind stays infinite\n  Traveling to touch nine planets in my midst\n  While I carry, to earn a decent salary\n  Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\n\n  Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and max\n  And real cats cold, watch my back\n  But listen to the Wu, son, and maintain\n  It's all real, starving individuals kill\n  I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\n  Projects infested with rats, cats, and crack, holmes\n  Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\n  So many fake, half real freedom-build\n\n  Born to science, my alliance analyzes\n  Wild surprises, keeping my eyes wide to this\n  The unfortunate, laying in mountains counting\n  With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\n  Chill dun, just for real ones, light the lye up\n  I hate to have to tie the next guy up\n  Pay attention to 1010 WINS, Wu blends\n  Now I'm steering you to truth, buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n  It's raining, he's changing (word up, dun?)\n  It's raining (peace to Philly, VA) (my man is going insane), he's -, (these days, word up, y'all?)\n  My man is going insane (word up, the sun, moon and stars, fly cars, word up, y'all?)\n\n  No sunlight, more gun fights\n  I've lost him to the street life\n  (I've lost him to the street life), street life\n  No cash flow, no more dough\n  He's someone I don't even know\n  Someone I don't know, rainy days\n\n  Gettin' through those rainy days\n  Gettin' through those rainy days\n  Gettin' through those rainy days\n  Gettin' through those rainy days\n  I lost him to the street life\n  The street life, oh-whoa\n"},{"id":615652,"name":"Rainy Dayz","trackName":"Rainy Dayz","artistName":"Raekwon feat. 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Filthiest fiends scream for more\nBless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\nNiggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\nCoke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\nThem big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\nStop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\nThe fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\nI gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\nSippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n(Raining)\nDevine\nWaiting on these raw teats takes too long\nIt's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\nBut that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\nI need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\nMany heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\nSo now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\nPast sunlight, more gunfight\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n...time to get the feeling, word up\n\nWhat brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\nThe beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\nStyles is similar to criminals locked up\nWith gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\nI live once though the mind stays infinite\nTravel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\nWhile I carry, to earn a decent salary\nSoon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\nReal great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\nAnd real cats cold watch my back\nBut listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\nStarvin individuals kill\nI puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\nProjects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\nHalf of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\nSo many fake half real freedom-ville\nBorn to science my alliance analyzes\nWild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\nThe unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\nWith jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\nChill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\nI hate to have to tie the next guy up\nPay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\nNow I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nWord up Dunn\nIt's raining, he's changing\nPeace to Philly, VA, these days\nMy man is going insane\nWord up y'all\nMy man is going insane\nWord up\nInsane\nThe sun moon and stars\nFly cars, word up y'all\n\nNo sunlight, more gun fights\nI've lost him to the street life\nStreet life\nNo cash flow, no more dough\nHe's someone I don't even know\nSomeone I don't know\nRainy Dayz...\n\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nI lost him to the street life\nThe street life, whoahhhhh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rainy Dayz\n  artist: Raekwon feat. 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Filthiest fiends scream for more\n  Bless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\n  Niggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\n  Coke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\n  Them big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\n  Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\n  The fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\n  I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\n  Sippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n  (Raining)\n  Devine\n  Waiting on these raw teats takes too long\n  It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\n  But that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\n  I need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\n  Many heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\n  So now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n  Past sunlight, more gunfight\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n  ...time to get the feeling, word up\n\n  What brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\n  The beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\n  Styles is similar to criminals locked up\n  With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\n  I live once though the mind stays infinite\n  Travel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\n  While I carry, to earn a decent salary\n  Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\n  Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\n  And real cats cold watch my back\n  But listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\n  Starvin individuals kill\n  I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\n  Projects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\n  Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\n  So many fake half real freedom-ville\n  Born to science my alliance analyzes\n  Wild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\n  The unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\n  With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\n  Chill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\n  I hate to have to tie the next guy up\n  Pay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\n  Now I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Word up Dunn\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Peace to Philly, VA, these days\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up y'all\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up\n  Insane\n  The sun moon and stars\n  Fly cars, word up y'all\n\n  No sunlight, more gun fights\n  I've lost him to the street life\n  Street life\n  No cash flow, no more dough\n  He's someone I don't even know\n  Someone I don't know\n  Rainy Dayz...\n\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  I lost him to the street life\n  The street life, whoahhhhh\n"},{"id":24890600,"name":"Rainy Dayz","trackName":"Rainy Dayz","artistName":"Raekwon feat. 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Filthiest fiends scream for more\nBless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\nNiggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\nCoke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\nThem big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\nStop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\nThe fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\nI gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\nSippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n(Raining)\nDevine\nWaiting on these raw teats takes too long\nIt's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\nBut that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\nI need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\nMany heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\nSo now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\nPast sunlight, more gunfight\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n...time to get the feeling, word up\n\nWhat brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\nThe beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\nStyles is similar to criminals locked up\nWith gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\nI live once though the mind stays infinite\nTravel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\nWhile I carry, to earn a decent salary\nSoon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\nReal great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\nAnd real cats cold watch my back\nBut listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\nStarvin individuals kill\nI puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\nProjects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\nHalf of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\nSo many fake half real freedom-ville\nBorn to science my alliance analyzes\nWild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\nThe unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\nWith jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\nChill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\nI hate to have to tie the next guy up\nPay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\nNow I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nWord up Dunn\nIt's raining, he's changing\nPeace to Philly, VA, these days\nMy man is going insane\nWord up y'all\nMy man is going insane\nWord up\nInsane\nThe sun moon and stars\nFly cars, word up y'all\n\nNo sunlight, more gun fights\nI've lost him to the street life\nStreet life\nNo cash flow, no more dough\nHe's someone I don't even know\nSomeone I don't know\nRainy Dayz...\n\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nI lost him to the street life\nThe street life, whoahhhhh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rainy Dayz\n  artist: Raekwon feat. Ghostface Killah & Blue Raspberry\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…\n  duration_ms: 362760\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\n  Summer's dream inside\n  Of how I'm gonna get mine\n  I'm thinkin bout so many ways\n  Of how to conquer these rainy days...\n  (You sang beautifully just now)\n  (I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\n  It's going down man, word man\n  Sup black?\n  Niggaz is fuckin around my gate man\n  Word?\n  Fuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\n  For real I ain't playin\n  Whatever whatever...\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n\n  The war is on, yo\n\n  [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n  On rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\n  How to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\n  Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias\n  We can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\n  But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\n  How it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\n  But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\n  Heavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\n  Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\n  And little macks milk, blast the year\n  That was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\n  Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\n  Bless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\n  Niggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\n  Coke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\n  Them big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\n  Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\n  The fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\n  I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\n  Sippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n  (Raining)\n  Devine\n  Waiting on these raw teats takes too long\n  It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\n  But that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\n  I need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\n  Many heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\n  So now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n  Past sunlight, more gunfight\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n  ...time to get the feeling, word up\n\n  What brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\n  The beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\n  Styles is similar to criminals locked up\n  With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\n  I live once though the mind stays infinite\n  Travel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\n  While I carry, to earn a decent salary\n  Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\n  Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\n  And real cats cold watch my back\n  But listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\n  Starvin individuals kill\n  I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\n  Projects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\n  Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\n  So many fake half real freedom-ville\n  Born to science my alliance analyzes\n  Wild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\n  The unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\n  With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\n  Chill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\n  I hate to have to tie the next guy up\n  Pay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\n  Now I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Word up Dunn\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Peace to Philly, VA, these days\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up y'all\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up\n  Insane\n  The sun moon and stars\n  Fly cars, word up y'all\n\n  No sunlight, more gun fights\n  I've lost him to the street life\n  Street life\n  No cash flow, no more dough\n  He's someone I don't even know\n  Someone I don't know\n  Rainy Dayz...\n\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  I lost him to the street life\n  The street life, whoahhhhh\n"},{"id":28438147,"name":"Rainy Dayz","trackName":"Rainy Dayz","artistName":"Raekwon feat. 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Filthiest fiends scream for more\nBless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\nNiggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\nCoke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\nThem big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\nStop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\nThe fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\nI gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\nSippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n(Raining)\nDevine\nWaiting on these raw teats takes too long\nIt's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\nBut that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\nI need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\nMany heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\nSo now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nMy man is going insane\nInsane...\nPast sunlight, more gunfight\n\n[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n...time to get the feeling, word up\n\nWhat brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\nThe beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\nStyles is similar to criminals locked up\nWith gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\nI live once though the mind stays infinite\nTravel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\nWhile I carry, to earn a decent salary\nSoon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\nReal great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\nAnd real cats cold watch my back\nBut listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\nStarvin individuals kill\nI puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\nProjects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\nHalf of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\nSo many fake half real freedom-ville\nBorn to science my alliance analyzes\nWild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\nThe unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\nWith jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\nChill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\nI hate to have to tie the next guy up\nPay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\nNow I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n[Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\nIt's raining, he's changing\nWord up Dunn\nIt's raining, he's changing\nPeace to Philly, VA, these days\nMy man is going insane\nWord up y'all\nMy man is going insane\nWord up\nInsane\nThe sun moon and stars\nFly cars, word up y'all\n\nNo sunlight, more gun fights\nI've lost him to the street life\nStreet life\nNo cash flow, no more dough\nHe's someone I don't even know\nSomeone I don't know\nRainy Dayz...\n\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nGettin through those rainy dayz\nI lost him to the street life\nThe street life, whoahhhhh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rainy Dayz\n  artist: Raekwon feat. Ghostface Killah & Blue Raspberry\n  album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...\n  duration_ms: 363000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Blue Raspberry]\n\n  Summer's dream inside\n  Of how I'm gonna get mine\n  I'm thinkin bout so many ways\n  Of how to conquer these rainy days...\n  (You sang beautifully just now)\n  (I sang for him, and he isn't here)\n\n  It's going down man, word man\n  Sup black?\n  Niggaz is fuckin around my gate man\n  Word?\n  Fuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man\n  For real I ain't playin\n  Whatever whatever...\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n\n  The war is on, yo\n\n  [Verse One: Ghostface Killer]\n  On rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on\n  How to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz\n  Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias\n  We can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics\n  But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch\n  How it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch\n  But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy\n  Heavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies\n  Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square\n  And little macks milk, blast the year\n  That was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four\n  Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more\n  Bless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back\n  Niggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack\n  Coke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip\n  Them big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it\n  Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks\n  The fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets\n  I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind\n  Sippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined\n  (Raining)\n  Devine\n  Waiting on these raw teats takes too long\n  It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee\n  But that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me\n  I need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship\n  Many heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit\n  So now, talk, shit, nigga, what?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  My man is going insane\n  Insane...\n  Past sunlight, more gunfight\n\n  [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]\n  ...time to get the feeling, word up\n\n  What brings rain hail snow and earthquakes\n  The beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son\n  Styles is similar to criminals locked up\n  With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up\n  I live once though the mind stays infinite\n  Travel in the church, nine planets, in my midst\n  While I carry, to earn a decent salary\n  Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be\n  Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and macs\n  And real cats cold watch my back\n  But listen to the Wu son, and maintain it's all real,\n  Starvin individuals kill\n  I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone\n  Projects, infested with rats, cats and crack homes\n  Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it\n  So many fake half real freedom-ville\n  Born to science my alliance analyzes\n  Wild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this\n  The unfortunate, layin in mountains countin\n  With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn\n  Chill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up\n  I hate to have to tie the next guy up\n  Pay attention to Tims ten ways, Wu blends\n  Now I'm starin you, the true buckle up, now who's a legend?\n\n  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef]\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Word up Dunn\n  It's raining, he's changing\n  Peace to Philly, VA, these days\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up y'all\n  My man is going insane\n  Word up\n  Insane\n  The sun moon and stars\n  Fly cars, word up y'all\n\n  No sunlight, more gun fights\n  I've lost him to the street life\n  Street life\n  No cash flow, no more dough\n  He's someone I don't even know\n  Someone I don't know\n  Rainy Dayz...\n\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  Gettin through those rainy dayz\n  I lost him to the street life\n  The street life, whoahhhhh\n"}]