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Cashus King, Big O & Fashawn

Precipitation

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West Coast Rap

Precipitation was released on June 5, 2026 by Vintage Soundz as a part of the album Water to Wine

Song Details

AlbumWater to Wine

Release DateJune 5, 2026

LabelVintage Soundz

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM86

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Cashus King

Rap

Big O

Programming

Fashawn

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Orlando Turner

Composer

Troy Johnson

Lyrics

Santiango Mustafa Leyva

Santiango Mustafa Leyva

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Big O

Producer

Argy W

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

May the rain rain on all colored nations

Precipitation, slave ships, then an invitation

Hit Jamaica, new God before your kin's enslavement

Gave you a new God, slave whips, then plantations

Worked a grave shift, vigorous

Indigenous nation, my dude calls it autogenesis

How do you kill the snitches if God's the witnesses?

She seen what you did to us

Gravesites in the ditch you dug

They sell souls, in your wars you enlisted us

Bomb with napalm and dawn

Some with AWOL or underground railroads

Escaped out that hellhole

Took the Lord's hand to lift us up

Chains were not your doom for whom the bell tolled

Give it up, nip and tuck for the plastic surgeries

Got my light-skinned complexion from infections of a pale ghost

Certainly precipitation, imperial nations

Invented hatred, hegemony hedged their bets

Stole that shit from natives

Red man's, black man's rocking the same concerts

But on different stages

Spanish conquistadors put our kids in cages

Dusty Cortez in stained Converse

Fighting racists, running races

Just in different phases

They migrated out of Africa and lived as cavemen

Hit the corpses, hit the sources

And hit the war chest for more flesh and more death

The men invented fire that lit the torches

Been the slaves, been the maids, been the doormen

Burned our cities and our wealth, then hid our fortunes

Forty acres on the farm, I want the barn and horses

Since the Hitlers stole my kin, been the poor man's Mormons

Call it curse of Ham, but they misinforming

Don't let my daughters and sons rise like missing morning

Missing mourning those who die

Precipitation

When all the roses dry, we let the lie

First the sun met the truth, then met the sky

Dark matter is forever, the rest is time

Three-six-nine on my Tesla, a restless mind

Black and brown wear the crown, our flesh divine

Precipitation wet the mind, turn the wet to wine

Give sight to the blind, let the eyes see they finally free

I rise in the morning when it's prayer time

Freedom is a state of mind

Looking out for Agent Orange, wrestling with space and time

Melanin like molasses, thank the divine

Still dealing with classism, either way you climb

Stay away from propaganda, it'll plague your mind

I'm liberating mine from anything Satan designed

Uh, they tried to kill the black messiah

But I was packing, responded back with rapid fire

Go and tell bro 'bout COINTELPRO

Jim Crow and Halliburton, serpents in the alley lurking

I told Cassius let me add a verse in

We black like eating Church's Chicken after church and

My ancestry had to research it

Now when I rhyme, you can feel my ancestors resurface, uh

I'm not sitting waiting on precipitation

I'm rain dancing 'cause I been impatient

The motherland and the skin are sacred, for your information

Precipitation

When all the roses dry, we let the lie

First the sun met the truth, then met the sky

Dark matter is forever, the rest is time

Three-six-nine on my Tesla, a restless mind

Black and brown wear the crown, our flesh divine

Precipitation wet the mind, turn the wet to wine

Give sight to the blind, let the eyes see they finally free

There's the history of slavery as an institution

Which was all about oppressing people

And that's a very dark history that I think should make us angry

But then there's an African-American history of survival

Through and beyond that institution

And that's kind of amazing

To hear people accepting that I lived this life

It was incredibly hard and I'm still here

And that I survived

And I've got children

And I've passed on some kind of legacy

Written by: Orlando Turner, Santiango Mustafa Leyva, Troy Johnson

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