James Hendrix (StepBrothers) (Prod. The Alchemist)
Evidence
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"What if, uh, C-A-T really spelled dog?"
I'm commission-driven, so pay up
I ain't fucking up these dunks or these layups
And if you see me wearing make-up
The same day you saw Jimi Hendrix wake up
To those that give a fuck, I apologize
Know my heart is here, never compromise
Those in attendance, I wanna thank ya
And wish this night all night, throwing the anchor
(As we proceed!)
No introduction, metal-tipped boots
Hard hats, I'm into construction
Tip the bucket, rhythm rugged, I'm into corruption
Big budget, stay dipped like a Chicken McNugget
Excellence is what you should expect
Running without a breath, I'm coming out of left
Uncut like dope without a step
No brother without the step
No show without the bread
My words surf crowds, go over your head
To the rhythm, push 'em over the ledge
I'm criminal, my feet wet
I'm dripping with technique sweat
No more than a minute to make the beat stretch
Pardon the way that I speak French
Gunning from out a deep trench
Write my name on a street bench in cursive
Permanent ink my verses
Beat down, personal finish, I'll bring down curtains
Navigating my Suburban Expedition Excursion
No lithograph, I'm the original version
Money duffle bag could fit a person
Punch the clock, put the work in
Earth spin on my finger like Julius Erving
I'm commission-driven, so pay up
I ain't fucking up these dunks or these layups
And if you see me wearing make-up
The same day you saw Jimi Hendrix wake up
To those that give a fuck, I apologize
Know my heart is here, never compromise
Those in attendance, I wanna thank ya
And wish this night all night, throwing the anchor
I shine, I glow, motherfucker
Never doubt one second of Evidence
Statewide, worldwide, consecutive elegance
No weak shit since the first song on Weatherman
Was called "I Know," total control
Pressure made bling diamonds in the rough, mix created from coal
My rhyme is a sign and letters are tolls
No pen, dip my hand in the ink and let it go
I touch a lot of reefer
And no, I don't spit no bullshit raps on wax
I touch a lot of people, I touch a lot of needles
And no, I don't leak dope in my veins
I got the psyche of created evil
Believe you me, cousin, it's pain
Got a brother named Karma, father insane
Related to sin and since met Kane
Raising cats and dogs when Allah says rain
No games, most def mathematics
Life is tragic, adding it up is more dramatic
Except stepbrothers back at it
For the very first time, center stage, it's automatic
I'm commission-driven, so pay up
I ain't fucking up these dunks or these layups
And if you see me wearing make-up
The same day you saw Jimi Hendrix wake up
To those that give a fuck, I apologize
Know my heart is here, never compromise
Those in attendance, I wanna thank ya
And wish this night all night, throwing the anchor
(As we proceed!)