your crotch Don't like you, you're too much I'm Evil, evil, evil, evil Evil, evil, evil, evil I'm Evil, evil, evil, evil Evil, evil, evil, evil
a grip, when my hit drops it Don't step to this, spot get clinch these Hip hop estatic [Chorus: Killah Priest sample from "4th Chamber"] I judge wisely
off the rum Verse Three: J-Ro Yo it's the J-Ro fever, catch it I'm prone to grab the microphone and get evil and wreck shit If I hear, one more, nigga
new Jacob thing Benz, 4, 5, 6 Truck, Navigator, Escalade, bitches want dick Took it from the end of '89 through '99 I'm the nigga 2000 and beyond [VERSE 4
[Verse 1] I'm hot enough to make your skin bubble Packin a Smith & Wesson Uh oh, trouble, don't say nothin You can tell that I'm evil By the arch in
evil, dem evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil, so evil,
without the 4 seasons Without a jacket outside when its freezing I'ma tell you straight up, no lie Canibus is the illest motherfucker alive Ha ha ha ha ha The evil spirit of rap, the evil
[- The Markings of Destiny - 4:90] The cry of war. Hearken elders.. The time has come Our destiny.. Is at hand May dead rise.. Smell the incense Stoop
one of these Puerto Ricans bloodied you? [Shout] CHINOOO!!! Now who makes the blood spill? And who keeps the shits real? [x2] [Chorus: x4] Chino XL
ass and run Tryin to catch a case for fun Bussin at the po-po high off weed speed and coacoa Pumpin Makaveli, heavy handed with my fo-fo (4-4) [Proof
[Intro:] Check it out, it's the lunatiic Domo, uh about to blow for the 9-5, 9-4 check it out. Got Big Pretty in the house. Rollin' 6-5 for Tunes representin
down in the Oakland That's why all those crackheads are smokin' It's remote-controlled emotions triggered by cops with laptops A chip inside your skin
