"Filthy -filthy from the ground on up" 3x
"Filthy -filthy -filthy"
Steppin into the next level
Adjacent to my main man leavin
Uneven steps amongst the wasteland
Casing joints wit ballpoint pestilance
Takin you through desolate
Zones through mic-phones
Wit eyes like that of a cyclone
So it don't matter what pad you write on
You better off writin home to ma duke
? jukes loose like the sweetness
On some devious, distinguished
Verbally leaders
Yo treat us wit respect
For the boomerang effect
Is in existence, don't get too close
I keep my distance for instance
The clones who put out records for loans
And gassed egos and videos rhymin on phones
Blue and yellow make green, I'm airtight
I write wit stocktips on black with off-white
I'm good wit secrets, but with lighters
Never trust us
Cat who's forever in debt to Blockbusters
"Filthy from the ground on up"
"Evidence" "Encore" "I keep it
Hotter than the next"
"Filthy -filthy from the ground on up"
"When I plan my attack
I doubt that you're ready"
"Filthy from the gr-gr-ground on up"
"Encore" "Wit Evidence and Babs"
"Filthy -filthy from the ground on up"
"When I plan my attack
I doubt that you're ready"
Yo sharp and precise, lays a gamma knife
To your mental
Fry your brain to vegetables for Emeril
Cook the hot shit, armlock the drop kick
The Main Event, Work The Angles, Triple Optic
Evidence, more loosely to the fact
Yo I gain self-esteem by esteemable acts
Back wit the axe and slice tracks in half
Slice you down to particles
Yo shorty get the mask
Feel the bass at your feet
The treble's at your face
Yo Kurt EQ's the midrange to
Wrap around your waist
Yo I blow spots hot, volcano lava rock
Molten metal
Full throttle on the pedal tires screech
Create, hit the weed, cover a song
Is how rappers get down and
The reason shit is wrong
Those who wear out the welcome
To me are straight femmes
Name is Evidence in English
And Evidence in French i get filthy!
Wit each speed I explore
Still shitty metaphore an'
'Core keeps you open like a
Door picked wit the porchnit
Bring like heroes to courtship
I treat it like a cheap trick
Hit it raw dog
Abort the kids whotry to be us
See this camp ain't for you champ
Don't understand how these
Rappers get pampered
By lazy asses, abusin food stamps
They tossin shit like loose scrap
Dudes rap, get used once, too
Many bodies on em, anybody want em?
If so, come in
Plummet to the depths of the soul
No evidence of rest, impressin
It's just breath control
Black as coal,?provomic? diamond studded
See verbally I'm iced down
Too heavy and sharp to lug it
Yo hip hop's lone Rolling Stone
Wit no known offspring so
Biters are bastards
Clones get played like The Masters
After bust, then Ev hook the beat up
To Roc like Raida, wit face that's E'd up
To futuristic gift of Glock lasers
Top praises as I set it
Dunns get stunned wit phonetics
Hey, my taser weighs a ton
(Yo make em run, 'Core)
What for, they'd rather stand still
They still feel the cold
Kill up in 6-1-thrill, still filthy
