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44.	Hallenbeck. Forecasting precipitation in percentages of probability. Monthly Weather Review. 1920. Volume 48.
45.	Brier. Verification

He's got his keys in an envelope
He's got his shoes on a chain
He sends his dog to the Met Office
He sees a high chance of rain
He's never been

up in the 850 (yeah)
Somethin' in the SF90 'Rari electrical (skrrt)
Space Rabbit push space coupe straight out of Monaco (yeah, yeah)

Space Kane,

Just to show off drop bombs on those
Bimbos like back in college, some boss bitch shit
I'm watching it from across this office party
Haven't slept in

the weather 
Im making it rain
Your girl walks through floods with a drop of my name 
I Know its insane
Tsumani came and took her away
Like elseworld 
Like its

"Never check the weather and always dress for the tundra"

Merry Dawn of the Mummy, heard a call in my slumber
Woke to a thousand years of sauce

weather
Under blue skies
Red eyes
And streetlights
And parties in open spaces,
Gaps in time where nothing ever changes
Nothing ever changes
Why can't I just

exchange
Fuck with me your ass'll
Get chopper weather, i can make it rain
Office like dirt, I take all shots
Believe this, I'm the MVP all blocks
Ducked off,

Word
Presentation flawless
I Excel at running numbers like I'm at a Office
Niggas proceed with caution
The booth is always open to brawl in, so crawl in

and your mother made you together
No matter the weather your parents spose to love you forever
I wonder if 45 is gon be staging a coup
It happened in Flint,

the day off
I could take you to our favorite place
We ain't even gotta stay long
I just wanna give you an escape
Clear your head out in this space
I just

To the cipher with the best
Yeah I'm sane
But the pain from that weather got us wet
The brain's been dissected
The Vision's in effect
On the plane getting

know what we've sought
From the open mental space
In our prayers of truth
And unending grace
Through acts of strength and
Will, to enlighten everyone
We

outer space in a 2-door
This how it feel in a Wraith
When you boot up
Hands out the window
I'm waving my tools up
Boutta pick up a bad bitch
She down wit

Construction site to office spaces
next to you
Are you buried in this city too?
You are sleeping when we cross
the highway bridge
I give your forehead a kiss

clown pona us and frown pona us
But we ran outta fxcks at the office
Got slam candy got Space Dandy got cheek, Sandy
Yeh beaucoup
Got faux loxie got such

deep inside
No longer can I can hide

I'm breaking out, I'm breaking free of this
Hum-drum office monotony
This cubicle space is gettin' a face lift

A little pressure, it's good for you
In a such an empty place now
No room to move
With no direction
I lost my groove
I'm in outer space, how?