It’s Gon’ Pop The Alchemist (Ft. Evidence & Joe Scudda)

[Verse 1: Evidence]
Went from Bourne Identity to Bourne Supremacy
These cats are little ornaments that fall off eventually
Good or bad, every time I rhyme, they wanna mention me
Thorns in my side are just pricks, a waste of energy
Call me what you want, ain't phased by my title
Believe a notebook, I'll lie on any Bible
I'm gassed by the game, never starstruck from stardom
Went uptown and found Heaven up in Harlem
In NY but in the L.A. zone
Still wherever I roam remain L.A.'s own
Peace to Madlib, Wildchild, DJ Romes
Got my clothes and loot packed up ready to go
This blackout, never back out type anthems
We blam them, the logo's for life, understand 'em
We stay at this, it's target practice
Judge the cover and the book, motherfucker, it's the total package

[Verse 2: Joe Scudda]
I'm 'bout to give them the best of me
But you ain't seen nothin', y'all don't wanna see the rest of me
Homeboy, I got the recipe on lock next to me
I'm the future, what they sayin' the best could be
But it's best to be cool with me
Y'all don't wanna really fool with me
Yeah, you better off acting like you used to go to school with me
'Cause you a square like them cubes in the cooler be
As I said, I ain't even reach my full potential
Still I stepped in the game with full credentials
Stars on the collar, stripes on the sleeves
Remember when I used to spend nights in the breeze
Sleeping in the car, speaking into bars
Joe got right so now I'm weakening your odds
Y'all dudes lames and names equal out to frauds
Y'all ain't men, you bitch, better get your bras
So you could hate, I really ain't concerned
Say what you want—when will you motherfuckers learn?
I don't listen to shit that they tell me
Got the Evidence, Joe fucks with the ALC