Testi:
Evidence One Like Never Before

up with Columbians and Mexicans He wraps 'em up and ships 'em out, and I supply the ends Excellent profit got us livin' elegant Laundrymat style washes away the evidence

day It's like the smoke is novacane easin my brain From the world going on outside I stay sane [hitting sound] WAY OUT! I don't smoke to forget Before

, adjust the mask and bust your ass Fuck the past, focus on the present tense With president and no paraphenalia or evidence I'm heaven-sent but never

how my raps written I inhale a breath within my chest before I'm blessing hip-hop I'm taking every shot I got like bulletproof vests I never said that

eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence

ya third eye, you need a fourth or a fifth one Maybe even a sixth one Keep the Big Anther on the big gun for pin point accuracy to hit one Never miss,

he's a heap of junk that pours from his top drawer he sometimes likes to spread it out around the floor it's evidence of what he was like he likes

don't fuck with halfs Now if you get stopped at the gate Theres one thing you must promise me Before you cross me Just think about death before dishonesty

hot like rock spots, with one-time posin on each block I want G-knots, so I eavesdrops, on C-spots, then I'm out with 5-0 never knowin about my caper