* also featured on sway and king tech’s "this or that"
[a.g.] Check it out now I work the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket Electrifying like a live socket Hit em with all flavors, yup We tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I’m talkin papers Or keep it realer, and see me on a iron caterpillar On point like a killer, plus ready, to deliver Type gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it Critics dig my style cause I write different, no hype I just kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get it I shine like the ice when I hold mics, everytime Got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know what? They so right, you get stuck, I’ll go twice Lit it up when I blow mics
[evidence] Show mic precise, require sacrifice That’s no hassle, the master got more loops than lassos Y’all hear me? they all conspiracy theories Worthless, like testing ev’ defeats the purpose Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women Breakbeats and windmills on concrete Covered by cardboard, seafloor to skyline Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine That’s right sometimes I get so hyped I feel like diamond d the best producer on the mic I aced this -- most punchlines are tasteless Regular, average, mediocre, makeshift To all my dj’s, with skills you got a lotta This ain’t on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta The method in this game they’ll have you drained and strangles Don’t go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles
[defari] Don’t sleep on, I leave your knee torn, like sehorn Liquid mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform Of energy, mentally fit to last a century Like centuries, one double-zero translate to victories You kiddin me me? come wack that’s not my history Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember +misery+? Lyrically you’re skatin out of control Work the angles ’round the globe, from newark to south pole It’s so cold that mc’s catch pneumonia I’m airborne, from l.a. to barcelona I rock heads from pomona out the bronx Drop the sure needle contact, now watch me launch Dj’s, you jugglin, that means I’m bubblin Defari on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin Picture me fumblin or droppin the ball That’s like picturin guy without that nigga aaron hall
[iriscience] Well if a brother gets the best of me Ain’t no use in sniveling and blaming the referee Fuck that, I strip the mic with tenacous d Kick it up to evidence, yo kick it out to me! Line up the three, trifecta stroked properly Rocca, I work the angles triple opticly The hip-hop multi-beat real monopoly My g is god, what’s your g for, geometry? This man of war beats cold on the seashore An deeo enough to take it to the sea floor Every single beat bangs like a c-4 We drop beats, why you asking what the beat for? The spitfire fighter dilated entity I’m learning shockers like shockra building energy While barbershops sipping henny like the kennedy’s I’m always been independent, that’s word to beni b It’s guaranteed
[xzibit] Make t-shirts and slingshots, I bust khakis out, bounce to the weed spot Naturally, me and my faculty never play with this I used to love h.e.r. too, but now I fucking hate the bitch She’s sucking up to all the niggas with the chains and whips But that’s alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent And keep it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole corwd move Towards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you dilated Hotter than satan, the repeated parole violations Xzibit work the angles, cordless to dirty angels How the west was won: with microphones and turntables
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