* also featured on Sway and King Tech's "This or That"
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[A.G.]
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Check it out now
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I work the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket
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Electrifying like a live socket
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Hit em with all flavors, yup
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We tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin papers
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or keep it realer, and see me on a Iron Caterpillar
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On point like a killer, plus ready, to deliver
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type gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it
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Critics dig my style cause I write different, no hype
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I just kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get it
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I shine like the ice when I hold mics, everytime
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got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know what?
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They so right, you get stuck, I'll go twice
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Lit it up when I blow mics
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[Evidence]
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Show mic precise, require sacrifice
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That's no hassle, the master got more loops than lassos
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Y'all hear me? They all conspiracy theories
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Worthless, like testing Ev' defeats the purpose
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Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women
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Breakbeats and windmills on concrete
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covered by cardboard, seafloor to skyline
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Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine
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That's right sometimes I get so hyped
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I feel like Diamond D the best producer on the mic
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I aced this -- most punchlines are tasteless
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Regular, average, mediocre, makeshift
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To all my DJ's, with skills you got a lotta
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This ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta
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The method in this game they'll have you drained and strangles
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Don't go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles
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[Defari]
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Don't sleep on, I leave your knee torn, like Sehorn
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Liquid MC storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform
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of energy, mentally fit to last a century
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Like centuries, one double-zero translate to victories
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You kiddin me me? Come wack that's not my history
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Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember +Misery+?
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Lyrically you're skatin out of control
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Work the angles 'round the globe, from Newark to South Pole
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It's so cold that MC's catch pneumonia
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I'm airborne, from L.A. to Barcelona
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I rock heads from Pomona out the Bronx
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Drop the sure needle contact, now watch me launch
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DJ's, you jugglin, that means I'm bubblin
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Defari on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin
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Picture me fumblin or droppin the ball
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That's like picturin Guy without that nigga Aaron Hall
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[Iriscience]
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Well if a brother gets the best of me
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Ain't no use in sniveling and blaming the referee
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Fuck that, I strip the mic with tenacous D
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Kick it up to Evidence, yo kick it out to me!
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Line up the three, trifecta stroked properly
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Rocca, I work the angles triple opticly
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The hip-hop multi-beat real monopoly
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My G is God, what's your G for, geometry?
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This man of war beats cold on the seashore
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An deeo enough to take it to the sea floor
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Every single beat bangs like a C-4
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We drop beats, why you asking what the beat for?
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The Spitfire fighter Dilated entity
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I'm learning shockers like Shockra building energy
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While barbershops sipping Henny like the Kennedy's
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I'm always been independent, that's word to Beni B
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It's guaranteed
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[Xzibit]
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Make T-shirts and slingshots, I bust khakis out, bounce to the weed spot
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Naturally, me and my faculty never play with this
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I Used to Love H.E.R. too, but now I fucking hate the bitch
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She's sucking up to all the niggas with the chains and whips
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But that's alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent
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And keep it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool
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Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole corwd move
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Towards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you Dilated
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Hotter than Satan, the repeated parole violations
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Xzibit work the angles, cordless to dirty angels
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How the West was Won: with microphones and turntables
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Rework the Angles
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Xzibit |