| Uh, about to tell you who I are
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| Came a long way and I still got so far to go
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| Tee off with this trademark flow
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| And after tonight
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| I’mma let the whole world know
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| My name is Evidence
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| You ain’t got no
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| Evidence, evidence, evidence, evidence
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| If this is crime scene cinema
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| All the weed shops closed
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| Is it back to charging motherfuckers 4 for an O?
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| I don’t know
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| I keep a rotary phone
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| So I remember all the numbers of my homies who gone
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| Proof is in the pudding
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| I’m pressed up and labeled «evidence»
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| But never chasing fame, dragons, chicks, or dead presidents
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| Dreams, but never snatch chains of any measurements
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| Because of my name, for every fuckin' crime they find the relevance
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| Choices in my life that I want to correct
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| I got voices in my head that I want to forget
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| Uh and I don’t live with regret
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| But I’ve been living with a chick while other chicks try to text
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| It wasn’t me
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| You ain’t got no
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| Evidence (There's no proof without the)
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| Evidence (Who wants truth without the)
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| Evidence, evidence
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| Yeah, my first album only had underground appearances
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| So what’s the outcome?
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| I’m still an underground lyricist
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| And fame don’t even capture what my interest is
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| I’m halfway to famous, halfway away from infamous
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| My naked eyes are like my memory chips
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| Everything digested comes up when I spit
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| I say so be it
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| Without a whistle, call it how I see it (Yeah)
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| Whether in my boundaries or in another region
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| I’m speeding on the highway with my girl shotty
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| Keep a plant in my car, like Good Friday
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| Keep my world Godly
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| I stay grounded like my lobby
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| Tagging Buket on the wall but never tat it on my body
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| My music and my graf are livin' separate lifes
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| One gets me paid, the other’s payin' the price
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| Either way they’ll say I’m spraying at night
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| But how the fuck, when I’m touring overseas on a flight
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| It wasn’t me
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| The flow’s connected like I knew people
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| Director of photography, I shoot people
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| Named by Will.I.Am
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| Maybe made a milli, maybe I don’t give a damn (True)
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| I thought of Evident
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| He mispronounced it, Evidence
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| Fast forward, here we are, standing in the present tense
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| I never thought about fame
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| I just thought about if KRS would know my name
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| But since then it’s like so much has changed
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| Body baggin' the shows, they say I’m killing the stage
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| It wasn’t me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It Wasn't Me , by - Evidence. Song from the album Cats & Dogs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп