[Intro: Scratching]
*Dilated Peoples*
*Dilated Peoples*
*Dilated Peoples*
*Dilated Peoples*
[Verse 1: A.G.]
Check it out now
I work the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket
Electrifying like a light socket
Hit 'em with all flavours, yup
We trynna be neighbours with pro ball players, I'm talking papers
Or keep it realer, and see me on an 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, lowlifes, they wanna get it
I shine like the ice when I hold mics, everytime
Got every dime, saying this nigga's nice, you know what?
They so right, you get stuck, I'll go twice
Lit it up when I blow mics
[Verse 2: Evidence]
Sharp and 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 DJs, with skills you got a lotta
This ain't on your mixtape, yo it could've been hotter
The method in this game they'll have you drained and strangled
Don't go to them, let them come to you, and work the angles
*Dilated Peoples*
*Dilated Peoples*
*Dilated Peoples*
*Dilated Peoples*
[Verse 1: A.G.]
Check it out now
I work the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket
Electrifying like a light socket
Hit 'em with all flavours, yup
We trynna be neighbours with pro ball players, I'm talking papers
Or keep it realer, and see me on an 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, lowlifes, they wanna get it
I shine like the ice when I hold mics, everytime
Got every dime, saying this nigga's nice, you know what?
They so right, you get stuck, I'll go twice
Lit it up when I blow mics
[Verse 2: Evidence]
Sharp and 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 DJs, with skills you got a lotta
This ain't on your mixtape, yo it could've been hotter
The method in this game they'll have you drained and strangled
Don't go to them, let them come to you, and work the angles
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