Weed Vs. Beer (You Make the Choice) — текст песни (Dilated Peoples)

[ Verse One: Evidence ]
Yo, never underestimate the next man`s greed
And never sell ya baseball cards for weed
I don`t really get upset, so I`m not violent
The monotone microphone master, moves in silence
I`m nice off the head, and I`m nice off led
To some I`m three hours behind, to others I`m one ahead
These vocal tones symbolizes confidence mixed with home-grown
And such, no fear with the paranoide touch
I can intoxicate myself, I hate when I do that
Running around acting stupid, saying True that!
That ain`t me, and I know this is true (Come on!)
So I just consume the grines and say fuck the brew

[ Verse Two ]
Fuck you, it was me on beering unity
Hype as fuck, aiiyo Ev` (wassup?)
leave your weed and you look stuck
Go ice-o-late yourself, while I throw some back
No action speaks louder than my words, verbal attack
Peace to Swift and Tash, they mixing beer with hash
Yo, I separate the two from experience, they clash
I trust my ways and intuition, plus the way I stear
When it`s time for shows and women
Fuck the weed, just beer

[ Verse Three: Evidence ]
Never underestimate the next man`s greed
And never sell ya best friend weed with seeds
I don`t really place `em peoples in no position
The monotone microphone master smokes weed and listens
I`m nice off the head, and I`m nice off led
To some I`m one hour behind, to others I`m one ahead
This vocal tone stands for chaos, and total control
Completely outta reach, but hit the potkit on a roll
I can intoxicate myself, yo maybe they past the time
Yo maybe they kill the pain when there`s problems with my guilt
Yo, but that ain`t me, and I know this is true
So I just consume the grines and say fuck the brew

[ Verse Four ]
On beer, I come through in the clutch
Yo, I see four suckers and blow the fuck up
Yo, go ice-o-late yourself while I throw some back
Yea, I`m dangerous as hell, with two Mooseheads in the hatch
You can talk-talk-talk, I drink up and have my fun
You be the, Jack of all trades; Master Of None
I trust my way`s direction, I know the way to stear
When it`s time to party down, fuck the weed, just beer