[Intro: Kanye West sample & (Evidence)]
Y'all might as well get the music ready cos this is finna take a while
"And I've been working on this thing
They've told me about humble... humbleness, humility
Um, I don't like it
It doesn't feel natural
But I hear it works for a lot of celebrities and brings them a long way when they act like they don't deserve things
And now I'd like to thank people at the label who i know like: Rob Pasco (Rob Pasco) and Matt Voss and Byron G (Byron G)...."
[Verse 1: Evidence]
I give a fuck who's who, I chef the same when I'm preparing it
From bad kid to semi-rich middle-aged American
Rooted in my heritage, wounded for the derelicts
The root of every evil is the truth of all appearances
I crack the sound but the beat is still a barrier
And every fucking inch of every street around this area
The Venice carry us up like dough rises
Rap transit all city, no license
The city is beneath, I watch it from a bird's eye
Brain dead, two left, they shot me in my third eye
Shot out my eye like BB guns up on a Christmas day
Reach for pistols as I watch the fuckin' Pistons play
I set the tone with the writings on the wall
The city cleans it up like we inviting 'em all
Evolution's all messed up now, chop the middleman
Stab the messenger, not the literal
I ran without a cause and was the best before I knew shit
Before I took a cruise ship, before I been to Houston
I ain't tying up loose ends I let 'em waiver
Pulling out these lavers and pounding out the pavement
Gone
Y'all might as well get the music ready cos this is finna take a while
"And I've been working on this thing
They've told me about humble... humbleness, humility
Um, I don't like it
It doesn't feel natural
But I hear it works for a lot of celebrities and brings them a long way when they act like they don't deserve things
And now I'd like to thank people at the label who i know like: Rob Pasco (Rob Pasco) and Matt Voss and Byron G (Byron G)...."
[Verse 1: Evidence]
I give a fuck who's who, I chef the same when I'm preparing it
From bad kid to semi-rich middle-aged American
Rooted in my heritage, wounded for the derelicts
The root of every evil is the truth of all appearances
I crack the sound but the beat is still a barrier
And every fucking inch of every street around this area
The Venice carry us up like dough rises
Rap transit all city, no license
The city is beneath, I watch it from a bird's eye
Brain dead, two left, they shot me in my third eye
Shot out my eye like BB guns up on a Christmas day
Reach for pistols as I watch the fuckin' Pistons play
I set the tone with the writings on the wall
The city cleans it up like we inviting 'em all
Evolution's all messed up now, chop the middleman
Stab the messenger, not the literal
I ran without a cause and was the best before I knew shit
Before I took a cruise ship, before I been to Houston
I ain't tying up loose ends I let 'em waiver
Pulling out these lavers and pounding out the pavement
Gone
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