E=MC2 The Alchemist (Ft. Evidence & Mr. Eon)

[Verse One: Mr. Eon]
King Solomon to your Senate and Congress
Lyrical trial fest, turnin thugs Amish
Quadruple to ya uno, what you know?
Got weight like two sumos on Pluto

[Evidence]
Yes E, my flow is stunning, cunning with expertise
Evidence, effortlessly, the exor-cist, I meant cist
Obtain poison fists, spiritual combat is how I'm rockin this

[Mr. Eon]
Throw smoke screens in heaven, weed lace adrenaline
Your three loaves of bread couldn't fuck wit the eleven
Bring ninety-five thesis to one page of feces

[Evidence]
I'm not the one to loop shit, chop drums into pie-ces
At least these days, I got lyrics in abundance
Shoutout to homey block in Greenpeace and London
And for production, it's all on how you truncate
Records take up space and get heavy, hold the weight

[Hook] [Mr. Eon, Evidence]
Most MC's, I don't care what they're sayin
Right they're on the right track but they on the wrong train
Wrong destination, wrong reason for the action
I come equipped with flows and pack game like Paxson
Most MC's, I don't care what they're sayin
They're on the right track but they on the wrong train
Wrong destination, wrong reason for the action
My name is Ev, I take you out like subtraction