*featuring Chali 2na, Evidence
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[Chorus: Evidence]
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Its like that, no doubt we keep it live
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Twenty-four, seven, three sixty-five
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Its swollen mebers world wide
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This is full contact
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Spit hard and never look back
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Its like that, thats right we keep it live
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Twenty four seven three sixty five
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This is full contact, yo time to plug in
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And spit hard, the audience is listening
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[Verse 1: Prevail]
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My life consists of making songs
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Of quality controlling balancing on platforms
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A space in between is an ends to the means
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My name on your lips, my face in your dreams extreme
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Not a term just limited to sports
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It also derives from how I drive with force
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Privite thoughts are revealed through my regal cerebral
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Ceremonious masters down with the users of needles
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The spit is a pain for ones who move on the break
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Unified from the lion's gate to the sunshine state
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Weights and measures curved and straight letters
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Are used and fused together
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To deliver the devastating craving I have for making bars and notes
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Step and get striked from the stars in my throat
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Reservation for one, plus a table for three
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Ev, Prev, and MC and my man Chali
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Mad Child]
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Silver surfer, spider man mister fantastic
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Swollen, Dilated, and Jurassic
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Madchild getting his ass kicked
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Thats a death wish, I'm vicious
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I swim with sharks, piranhas, and siamese fighting fishes
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And retro alligators, cause I'm a gladiator
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Roll deep in Seven Forty sports and Lincoln Navigators
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S and M rocks the spot no question
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Your so wack even your yes-man got suggestions
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Battle axe warriors kid, what the fuck you think
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Step up to my crew, aiyyo you must had too much to drink
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Its all about length thats longevity
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Thats why I go keep rappin till I'm seventy
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Ready or not, rock steady crew rep ready to rock
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Knock knock, your thinkin no one's upstairs
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But the lights on, let by-gones be by-gones
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Strength of a python
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Red dragon plus I rock a circa icon
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Chali 2na]
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Rattle in your collapsed ear, settin' traps here
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Kickin raps clear, hopin' your lap dear, verbal papsmear
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Back to smack fear, till your dome piece, tones peak
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Rockin from the cradle till my bones creak
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Known for the microphones, no impostors
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All up in your bumble prosta
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Lickin shots for my partners
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Makin it hard for brothers who got what I'm after
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Swollen member crew be your disaster
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I control your laughter
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Words more powerful than your pastor
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Rappers sweeter than three liters of shasta
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Vocal tones fracture, rhymes blast ya
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Through your back, retinal the verbal newscaster clapture
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Unmatched diasaster, come blast flash and crash past ya
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Changin the miniscule to the master
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Minutes till you can grasp the
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Millions of medicals made perhaps
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The trap is in your herd, house, or pasture
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[Chorus 2x]
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Full Contact
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