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Under The Weather Sun Salute

off the dome. I don't even need a pen or pad, nigga gone. Catch me in any weather no one can do it better I'm in the sun with the leather Even when I

practiced quite actively My body did not melt beyond the Van Allen Belt I was transformed into a spirit with no shell I'm modifying the weather from behind a weather

Heavy weather douse out our fires informing prophets are crucified liars Left behind to deal with traitorous lust The wounded lie helpless encircled in dust [Chorus] Rising sun

the dome. I don't even need a pen or pad, nigga gone. Catch me in any weather no one can do it better I'm in the sun with the leather Even when I'm hot

the dome. I don't even need a pen or pad, nigga gone. Catch me in any weather no one can do it better I'm in the sun with the leather Even when I'm hot