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(feat. Mad Child, Everlast, Divine Styler) [Evidence] Yo the rhyme excursions touch minds like brain surgeons Feel the lyric teargas - even on clean

You Aint Even Like Kurupt [DMX:] I Aint Gonna Get Mad At Cha Man Im Just Glad When I Shot You, You Ran Cause If It Aint Fo You Evidence Wouldent Be Mad [Evidence

life And filling your world with light Oh, and everybody told you "you're oh so lucky" Curtains part revealing a country scene Clothed in green and brown Evidence

Want to fuck off, drop out Never trust a fuckin' hippie For that matter don't trust anyone Quit school, don't work Livin' up the music you punk If I

Rip them down, hold them up Tell them that I'm your gun Pull my trigger, I am bigger than Rip them down, hold them up Tell them that I'm your gun Pull

I wish I could go so far away Where time moves too slow day after day I'll wait and I'll sit and watch the clouds As they go by. I have a sensation where

My mind is wide asleep My conscience keep awake The promises I deep Are not the ones I make I count the costant causes I lost count of regrets A surplus

Tear that poster off the wall It takes up too much space We ain't no fucking rock band, man We're a professional Disgrace - is the word I would use To

Brilliant, a word describing something dumb You create to desecrate the villain I've become A prophet, not to be made but heard Speaks in tongues and