| Feel the pressure…
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| Yo you better plan ahead, gather your thoughts
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| I’m not gonna be the one wit no chair when the music stops
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| The Orange Agent, has just moved to your block
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| And gone headhunting, blame Herbie Hancock
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| Hard to get at, yo vocally serious
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| Never stress myself out, treat songs like interludes
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| Drum patterns are primative
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| Evidence, the derivitive
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| Of what the late '80s and early '90s had to give
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| Dilated Peoples, far from tentative
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| Caress this microphone, stay home and take your sedative
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| Yo I know our Platform is built on strong foundation
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| My Last Line of Defense, I keep a ace in the hole
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| On patrol, so balanced with no topic
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| The Weatherman lands at high noon, ready to drop shit
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| Could freestyle better or maybe rap faster
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| But soundclash wit us (Don't do that)
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| You flirt with disaster
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| «Evidence of the war»
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| «Don't ever lose sight of this fact»
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| The last line of defense
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| «Evidence» «When it comes to blood and rap, it’s lyrical combat»
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| (Back up in it)
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| The Sagittarius with flows in various
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| Types of pipes, and green to keep me hype
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| At thirty-thousand feet, yo my heart starts poundin
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| So I rarely fly, intentional grounding
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| Make my rounds to towns, kill em in order
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| I’m equipped to blow shows and turn kids out wit corners
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| (With ease) I flow slow like growth on palm trees
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| And set trends more than femmes could split ends
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| I’m makin power moves
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| In fact, as I speak now
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| Do my best to re-enforce the motto «Milk the cow»
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| Make that dough for too many’s the main concern
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| I say make the right music, then your money’s earned
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| Share the wealth with Babu and Iriscience
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| My death might be a tragedy, my life will be a triumph
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| Go focus on the star, the man who won the Heisman
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| Trophy would be broken, forget it, credit the linesman
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| «Evidence of the war»
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| «Don't ever lose sight of this fact»
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| The last line of defense
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| «When it comes to blood and rap, it’s lyrical combat»
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| The last line of defense
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| «Evidence» «Don't ever lose sight of this fact»
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| The last line of defense
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| «When it comes to blood and rap, it’s lyrical combat»
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| The last line of defense
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| Yo critique my mic techniques live, I carthage this
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| You didn’t think I had what it takes in my esophagus?
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| A cat like you, yo your show sounds hot for real
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| Of course it does, standin still
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| Yo I dig your little pace, you’re walkin forth at best
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| At that rate, on tour dates, I hope you never run outta breath
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| I’m Evidence, Mike Peretta, head commander
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| Both of my names like Gary Shandling’s Larry Sanders
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| When I say now, this will take out in an instant
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| Wherever I go, my caravan goes/Gogh's like Vincent
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| But Ev at Princeton, they won’t follow good
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| So I shock this microphone and split a tree trunk to hollow wood
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| The last line of defense, set your prescedence
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| Set your standard, make it known you own your throne
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| Yo, the last is when you hit em just enough to leave a gash
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| In time, the wound will heal, rest assure they’ll make it known
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| Who threw the heat and felt the blast
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| Who gave the answers and what questions are asked
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| Are your favorite artists boring you? |
| That shit don’t make sense
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| Call Evidence The Last Line Of Defense
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| «Evidence of the war»
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| «Don't ever lose sight of this fact»
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| The last line of defense
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| «Evidence» «When it comes to blood and rap, it’s lyrical combat»
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| The last line of defense
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| «Evidence of the war»
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| «Don't ever lose sight of this fact»
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| The last line of defense
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| «When it comes to blood and rap, it’s lyrical combat»
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| The LAST! |