No Evidence

[Hook] (4x) Throw it out the window No evidence It's all about knowledge Body-countin dead presidents [Intro] (2x) Throw it out the window (no evidence, no evidence, no evidence) Throw it out the window (no evidence, it's all about knowledge Dead presidents) [Intro 2] (4x0 Feel what I'm talking 'bout Keep up with my mind Keep up with my mind [Verse 1] It's the mack daddy, mister player, coming through with three Raider Klan niggas that be putting on with them Slim Jim baby I'm a skinny nigga too Jim is the bank, lifting cash is the weight too Tunnel after tunnel walking finding destiny I'm a child with the mild, spicy recipe Back in '98 had the gold frame locs hated Elementary school to me was a joke Provoked, subject to influence by the ring leader Make a run with my bat like Derek Jeter Reaper black hoodie, looking like a fly creeper Mystical bass vibrating like a beeper Off in your ear don't fear baby here Put your hand in my hand, and get up out of here I'm weird, it ain't hard to see yeah I know it My mind is hella freak and I ain't scared to show it [Hook] [Verse 2] Audition politician you would never ever get in Faggot ass hypebeasts will never ever fit in Get it, how you fucking live like a rebel Power over basic minds, you just a pebble Treble, turned up perfect with the bass Listen to the weight it blows right through your face Win, now I shall begin Start a raging storm with the Phonk from within Again and again, this is how we do it Not Montell Jordan, Muney Jordan Luther stupid I do this, for my Raider niggas who've been through it Fucking with these bitches, stay away from the cutest Who this calling on my phone? Miss Jones A sassy college teacher that I met who love to bone I'm grown, fuck a friend I'd rather be alone I'm better off having an orgy waking up with shones [Hook] [Verse 3] One last verse And I won't try to curse Let me maintain My brain Fuck it I just got worse I need to be deep just because I am a Walking rapping drugged poisonous dillema I'm like dinner when I be all up in her stomach The lyrical disease made you bleed then vomit Atomic bass zooming in like Sonic Up in Seattle, too phonkey like chronic Bang bang bang, pop pop, [?] I'm all about decession and profession, fuck a cop I'm not a fake thug cause they be lollipops [?] still get fucked while they make their cherry pop Stop the bullshit, faking up the Phonk Gorillas in my city, they be stinking in the trunk Drunk, off Hennessy is a [?] Living life to the fullest, you will die before you blink [Hook] Throw it out the window, no evidence It's all about knowledge body counting dead presidents (4x)