10,000 Hours Evidence
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[Scratches: DJ Premier]
(Evidence) (Is at the door)
What's up (With the dope rhyme that I kick)
(Evidence) (Is at the door)
(With the dope rhyme that I kick) Yeah, uh
(Now it's time for me to make my impression felt)
[Verse 1: Evidence]
I was guarded as an artist from the first day I started
I lowered my voice deep and tried to rap hardest
Thinking back, I wasn't letting 'em in
Even when they're knocking at the door and telling me to win
I felt like losing, like, "How could I be worthy"?
My friends did it big and my friends did it early
Met a lot of people I admired, inspired by their talent
I looked the other way if they was criminal or violent
Mic stand, booth and an ASR
Pantyhose from my mother clothes, and I lay a bar
Lay 'em all together, then I make a song, feeling like I made a hit
Go to class, play the shit, the day is what you make of it
(Fucking crazy) I make it mine 'cause my eyes are open
'Cause no one will do it for ya, so I keep 'em peeled and scoping
As an ode to my mom, with the camera's shooting solo
While my fans wait for music leaving comments on a photo
[Scratches: DJ Premier]
(Now it's time for me to make my impression felt)
(Evidence) (Is at the door)
What's up (With the dope rhyme that I kick)
(Evidence) (Is at the door)
(With the dope rhyme that I kick) Yeah, uh
(Now it's time for me to make my impression felt)
[Verse 1: Evidence]
I was guarded as an artist from the first day I started
I lowered my voice deep and tried to rap hardest
Thinking back, I wasn't letting 'em in
Even when they're knocking at the door and telling me to win
I felt like losing, like, "How could I be worthy"?
My friends did it big and my friends did it early
Met a lot of people I admired, inspired by their talent
I looked the other way if they was criminal or violent
Mic stand, booth and an ASR
Pantyhose from my mother clothes, and I lay a bar
Lay 'em all together, then I make a song, feeling like I made a hit
Go to class, play the shit, the day is what you make of it
(Fucking crazy) I make it mine 'cause my eyes are open
'Cause no one will do it for ya, so I keep 'em peeled and scoping
As an ode to my mom, with the camera's shooting solo
While my fans wait for music leaving comments on a photo
[Scratches: DJ Premier]
(Now it's time for me to make my impression felt)
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