[Evidence]
Yo, accept defeat as I drop after the heat
Don`t provoke, come fully equipped
Daggered and Cloak
So what you wanna do?
I came in bumpin Jack of Spades
You came in wit Two of Hearts by Stacey Q?
Femine is your drumtracks, one hat no rise
My DJ`s in the shadows, I perform, show my soul side
To the audience, programmed intelligent
Active ingredient, balance, find the medium
It rains, let it hail, don`t front my shit is ill
Tomorrow`s on your voice mail, digest it like a pill
Lost my jones for cigarettes, my lungs ain`t charred
Yo my sentences are full, I average eight words per bar
Babs, forgive em, they know not what they doin
They built for themselves, that`s why they places lay in ruins
Yo, isn`t it funny how these cats lack the basics?
Like rhymin on time, four four ?the serve`s by Asics?
*Cuts by Babu*
Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
And when my pen hits the paper [Big Daddy Kane]
Who`s the man in the hot seat? [Grand Puba]
Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
I`m the authentic poet to get lyrical [Kane]
Ideas start to hit, and when my pen hits the paper
Who`s the man in the hot seat?
Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
And when my hit hits the paper
Who`s the man in the hot seat
[Evidence]
Yo this seat`s reserved for one
Of course matches my ticket stub
Escorted properly, your game bored/board like Monopoly
My satiety limit is twenty minutes
I blow more trees than Louie Freese, this flow`s inifinite
Cadence, pocket, lesson, structure
Been rhymin nine years, my dedication pass peers
Skill level break the beat up, no time for my feet up
No relaxing, I keep it movin like DeNiro in Taxi
Driver, my name`s Mike, Ev when I get hyper
Emergency, man down, who shot the sniper?
Yo I seen you in the crowd, arms crossed,
I know you heard of me (Stop frontin)
The show is hot, I get props from the security
Raisin levels of expectancy
Yeah your shit is tight, you think it`s ABB quality?
I don`t think so, aiyyo Ben grab the fish net
Take em to the pier and throw em off at sunset
After the heat
Aww shit [Kane] *Cut up by Babu*
Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
And when the pen hits the paper
Who`s the man in the hot seat
Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
I`m the authentic poet to get lyrical
Ideas start to hit, and when the pen hits the paper
Who`s the man in the hot seat
Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
And when the pen hits the paper, aww shit
