[ Verse One: Evidence ]

Yo, never underestimate the next man's greed

And never sell ya baseball cards for weed

I don't really get upset, so I'm not violent

The monotone microphone master, moves in silence

I'm nice off the head, and I'm nice off led

To some I'm three hours behind, to others I'm one ahead

These vocal tones symbolizes confidence mixed with home-grown

And such, no fear with the paranoide touch

I can intoxicate myself, I hate when I do that

Running around acting stupid, saying "True that!"

That ain't me, and I know this is true (Come on!)

So I just consume the grines and say fuck the brew



[ Verse Two ]

Fuck you, it was me on beering unity

Hype as fuck, aiiyo Ev' (wassup?)

leave your weed and you look stuck

Go ice-o-late yourself, while I throw some back

No action speaks louder than my words, verbal attack

Peace to Swift and Tash, they mixing beer with hash

Yo, I separate the two from experience, they clash

I trust my ways and intuition, plus the way I stear

When it's time for shows and women

Fuck the weed, just beer



[ Verse Three: Evidence ]

Never underestimate the next man's greed

And never sell ya best friend weed with seeds

I don't really place 'em peoples in no position

The monotone microphone master smokes weed and listens

I'm nice off the head, and I'm nice off led

To some I'm one hour behind, to others I'm one ahead

This vocal tone stands for chaos, and total control

Completely outta reach, but hit the potkit on a roll

I can intoxicate myself, yo maybe they past the time

Yo maybe they kill the pain when there's problems with my guilt

Yo, but that ain't me, and I know this is true-acapo