[ Featuring Res ]
I sit alone in my four-cornered
Room starin at Pro Tools heh heh, ay yo yo
Uh, talk to 'em Res
You got to belieeeeeeve in something
Why not believe in me?
Yeah, I'm back with that hop
And schemin the plot
See what you got, never stop timeless
No hands on my clock impossible to flop
I'm from that flip when it's hot
On the block
F*ck the world 'til I shut down shop (oh)
I'm on a hunt to find
The best in the invitation (E-V)
Rap's my parking lot
Don't need no validation (it's crazy)
I'm hearin it clear, 20
20 vision when they start to listen
And see what I say to
The point where it's written
In stone I'm not the only one with
The ace - he ain't alone
Got two in different suit's
My hand ain't thrown
I save the best for the time
When the rest is tired (y'kno)
Invest in my own, my lows now higher (wow)
From a bird's-eye point now
My views got wiser
And up close and personal
My buzz caught fire
To the point where I spit this
It set off sirens and fire hydrants
The rap tyrant - believe in me
These other MCs' sell they dreams
First LP, move unit's switch their stead
I tell 'em all, "Don't bother"
(NO) - The cat you love today
Gonna be a different rapper tommorrow - ha ha
You got to belieeeeeeve in something
(yeah, uh) why not believe in me?
(E-V, the best of what the West is
Fresh, middle finger up, f*ck the rest)
You got to belieeeeeeve in something (yeah)
Why not believe in me?
(Uh, myself and I, 'til the day I die
Here to lead not to get behind, yeah)
Name's official, game not competition
I'm sayin they start to listen
Aim plus ammunition
Game I start spittin, rain I start liftin
Umbrellas up
Here comes the pain right with it (oh)
Never lose touch, never lose sight
Never lose sight of my moms
Since she been gone things ain't been right
Shit ain't been on, she lost that fight
Still I stay strong every night
Tour all year long, don't love to fly
Lost my fear, catch that flight
It's to the point of no return
I'm third degree burn
(None compared to her) New season
Time to dead ya character
My weed use is prevalent, minority report
It's the orgy of Evidence (crazy)
Always felt that's somethin thats' to
Be said for friends (yeah)
And always say what I feel 'til
I make my point relevant (it's real)
Y'all musta lost ya grip (y'kno)
Thinkin I got gassed
Lost to love and do what
These labels tellin us
Man, it's plain to see, I rep the streets
Seven days a week, you got
"Evidence (Whoooa)
Evidence (yeah, yeah, yeah) "
