[Chorus]
Throw it out the window, no evidence
It's all about knowledge, body-countin' dead presidents
Throw it out the window, no evidence
It's all about knowledge, body-countin' dead presidents
Throw it out the window, no evidence
It's all about knowledge, body-countin' dead presidents
Throw it out the window, no evidence
It's all about knowledge, body-countin' dead presidents
[Post-Chorus]
Throw it out the window (No evidence, no evidence, no evidence)
Throw it out the window (No evidence, it's all about knowledge, dead presidents)
Throw it out the window (No evidence, no evidence, no evidence)
Throw it out the window (No evidence, it's all about knowledge, dead presidents)
Feel what I'm talking 'bout
Keep up with my mind, keep up with my mind
Feel what I'm talking 'bout
Keep up with my mind, keep up with my mind
Nigga, feel what I'm talking 'bout
Keep up with my mind, keep up with my mind
Feel what I'm talking 'bout
Keep up with my mind, nigga, keep up with my mind
[Verse 1]
It's the mack daddy, mister player, coming through with three
Raider Klan niggas that be putting on with them
Slim Jim baby, I'm a skinny nigga too
Jim is the bank, lifting cash is the weight too
Tunnel after tunnel walking finding destiny
I'm a child with the mild, spicy recipe
Back in '98 had the gold frame locs
Hated elementary school to me was a joke
Provoked, subject to influence by the ring leader
Make a run with my bat like Derek Jeter
Reaper black hoodie, looking like a fly creeper
Mystical bass vibrating like a beeper
All up in your ear don't fear baby here
Put your hand in my hand, and get up out of here
I'm weird, it ain't hard to see, yeah, I know it
My mind is hella freak and I ain't scared to show it
Throw it out the window, no evidence
It's all about knowledge, body-countin' dead presidents
Throw it out the window, no evidence
It's all about knowledge, body-countin' dead presidents
Throw it out the window, no evidence
It's all about knowledge, body-countin' dead presidents
Throw it out the window, no evidence
It's all about knowledge, body-countin' dead presidents
[Post-Chorus]
Throw it out the window (No evidence, no evidence, no evidence)
Throw it out the window (No evidence, it's all about knowledge, dead presidents)
Throw it out the window (No evidence, no evidence, no evidence)
Throw it out the window (No evidence, it's all about knowledge, dead presidents)
Feel what I'm talking 'bout
Keep up with my mind, keep up with my mind
Feel what I'm talking 'bout
Keep up with my mind, keep up with my mind
Nigga, feel what I'm talking 'bout
Keep up with my mind, keep up with my mind
Feel what I'm talking 'bout
Keep up with my mind, nigga, keep up with my mind
[Verse 1]
It's the mack daddy, mister player, coming through with three
Raider Klan niggas that be putting on with them
Slim Jim baby, I'm a skinny nigga too
Jim is the bank, lifting cash is the weight too
Tunnel after tunnel walking finding destiny
I'm a child with the mild, spicy recipe
Back in '98 had the gold frame locs
Hated elementary school to me was a joke
Provoked, subject to influence by the ring leader
Make a run with my bat like Derek Jeter
Reaper black hoodie, looking like a fly creeper
Mystical bass vibrating like a beeper
All up in your ear don't fear baby here
Put your hand in my hand, and get up out of here
I'm weird, it ain't hard to see, yeah, I know it
My mind is hella freak and I ain't scared to show it
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