Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where You Come From?, artist - Evidence. Date of issue: 26.09.2011
Song language: English
Where You Come From? |
| And once again it’s on… |
| I guess I’m on that |
| Once a good girl’s gone bad, she’s gone forever |
| To tell the climate of pain, it’s like the rain told the weather |
| Sometimes you move towards the wolf pack |
| And go hunting down mamis in wool slacks |
| I pulled the reins back, horse on the race track |
| Dogs and same cats |
| Falling on down, they used to be London Bridges |
| But they all on the ground, broke down to little ridges |
| It’s a simple story of build and destroy |
| I’m like the judge’s hammer, slamming the villain to void |
| Killing his boys, killing his girls, killing they world |
| Feelin like the Third Mobb, Hell on this Earth |
| I spit verses: there’s better ways to pay the rent and shit |
| It’s not ideal, still I deal sentences |
| Graduated to stardom from apprenticeship |
| Emphasis reversed, from exodus to genesis |
| Catch you when we drop that |
| Plant seeds, grow those trees--then we chop that |
| Twistin' up that old green life--then we burn that |
| When will you mother fuckers learn? |
| We build and destroy! |
| Catch you when we drop that |
| Plant seeds, grow those trees--then we chop that |
| Architect, leave a big hole where ya block at |
| When will you mother fuckers learn? |
| («You either Build or Destroy…» |
| «You either build or destroy… where you come from?») |
| And once again its on… |
| Evolution of the art of noise |
| I paint graffiti when I spit so they saw the void |
| Create to devastate, I build to destroy |
| Construction for the destruction of toys |
| I saw the choice made it, saw the void filled it |
| Saw the mic slayed it, saw the stage killed it |
| Ask the doctor what the cause be when the bills hit |
| Dilated Peoples diagnosed as the ill shit |
| Yeah, Rakaa’s up, bars up, power up |
| Renovate the structures from the bottom to the tower up |
| Plant our own medicine and chop it when it flowers up |
| Add Swiss precision to bombs and when the hour’s up…*BOOM* |
| Gone, erase ‘em like who’s that? |
| (Huh?) |
| Replace ‘em now, tell these cats to draw new maps |
| There are new boundaries and they can never move back |
| Cause they slanging old dope, hanging in a new trap |
| And once again it’s on… |
| Build or destroy it, krills in my toilet |
| Cops banging on my door, not a bench warrant |
| Number ten Jordans, and my pen poison |
| Causing men torment Permanent misfortune |
| Make you feel important, this the wheel of fortune |
| My ten boys with a wrench pointed right near your noggin |
| My heart been robbin', rap Bin Laden |
| Been stalking these rap cats with big wallets |
| And I spit flawless, young Chris Wallace |
| But I skipped college, didn’t Asher Roth it |
| I put a casket together to put yo' ass up in it |
| Cause it’s cast a minute, high fashion biscuit |
| The Gucci guns, Louis lavender gun handle |
| I’d shoot myself in the brain if I couldn’t out rap you |
| Ev hit me to build, told me destroy the mic |
| On this beat Alchemist made, I said sho' you right |