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[Verse 1: Evidence] If I never started till now then this would be a great time To run back to first, to the last, to retrace lines And at the same time pace myself, the marathon runner Underneath your feet the ground out from under I’m restricted from any rules or boundaries And if they try to bounty me I counter till they out of reach I don’t lose, I win, so let the record spin Let the record state who I don’t recommend My people been here so I don’t state the obvious I overstate my welcome, it probably killed the ambiance Fuckin’ up the promenades at any events I rock the poker face, hold it up, and close it intense I’m over the fence, I never look back to catch feelings Never caught it hanging in my many dealings I kept their hands up to many ceilings Playin’ for pennies, I made many millions [Hook: Psycho Les] Let me remind y’all, all my little sons And for y’all haters, two big middle ones Fuckin’ with us, two big metal ones Poppin’ shit, two big metal ones [Verse 2: Psycho Les] Suckas wanna play me like a break-beat Spinning on the technique, I had to take a leak When I speak you don’t speak, you just tweak Like a cokehead, broke with no bread Tryna sell me a broke moped You could go ahead with that Tell Dr. Phil you gots to chill Every minute of the time is a dollar bill And I ain’t gonna stop till I got a mil By the way, your shit is so boring I started snoring While you were recording I woke up and went and bought the new Jordans Oh, it’s funky-fresh, overseas tourin’ Drop a beat and make you shake your backbone Get the money and take it back home It pays the bills, it pays the rent And when we perform it’s the main event [Hook] [Verse 3: The Alchemist] Stare at a G it’s what it be, mami Pushin’ OB spotty, smoother then spreading butter on a [?] Or burning lemonade haze, call it Chi Ali I’m filthy, I take a shit and wipe with a Versace Fuck the fashion I swing the ax like I’m chopping wood for a cabin World is mine for the grabbin’ Polyester jacket with the dragon embroidery I float like a rubber duck with mad buoyancy Suicidal tendency, how dare you direct your pen at me I am devastated, I am appalled Umbrella’s made from the wings of a raptor, the pants crawl The lizard slippers, the gecko, the eagle jacket is bald Rare species outfit, you ain’t about shit Van Damme, karate kick your face and leave your mouth split Blow like a bucket of cow shit With the plastique, God forbid we ever meet on a back street [?] make y’all look like a black sheep [Hook]