Never Grow Up

[Verse 1: Evidence] I play the low end, you never know, you probably never heard of me My hands'll never shake, it's steady hand surgery Already banished as courtesy DMC didn't need it then I'll be MC E-V proceeded by the B-A-B-U A-L-C and no mothafuckin' take two Mistakes do happen and I ain't afraid to keep 'em either Add 'em with a little pain and leave 'em with the smell of reefer A padded room with the cell receiver Odd thoughts from a rhyme that you could tell is even I ain't tell 'em either, I did tell 'em listen Didn't tell 'em givens, but did sell the seeders I say it like I seen repeaters I seen 'em come and go selling out theaters Too back, peddling back they caught me dealing Better sell it in scraps and never seen a ceiling Sell a feeling for derivative exposure I'm a think tank and driven like a No Limit soldier There is no gimmick to this closure Just a image with a fork ridden over Just a vision of the finish line Energy ascends, that is cinema within a sign Rap sitting on the bench like it's dinner time Major events, I'm getting mine