Lyrics The Evidence

The Evidence

The Far Left

I am the maestro that’s composing these dope jams

Got fiends tapping their arms for that dope slam

On the low like the witness protection program

Critics ? to guerrillas with killers let em ride out

Bout to take open the latch and then I climb out

To the atmosphere so I can really find out

Who’s scheming when I walk around with the shines out

I see them, pay no attention, I make boss moves

Pay kings no attention cause the cash rules

Kingpin I’m in on anything that moves

It’s the anchorman, I deliver the bad news

At least a couple thousand in my pocket, no less

Can’t even stop to take a breather cause there’s no rest

Yo I map my positions what I know best

From California but I represent the whole west

They like goddamn, who gives a fuck about them blocks you ran?

How you walk around with choppers like it’s Iran

You grew up in the burbs, you are not the man

I was in the kitchen, pots, pans

See I’m about action, you plot, plan

Pull up to the spot, I stop, they scram

Got em out in Philly like ock’s not playing

High definition like Comcast

Left coast district on smash

I’m the next edition, just do the math

The only missing link to the movement was Fash

You can tell by the bass that’s ALC

Ask EV, I’m on my j-o-b

So it’s never a drought, fiends don’t sweat

East side but I represent the whole F

Product of them grizzly city projects

I get a good sleep with my soul at rest

CA but I represent the whole west

Coast to the death, fuck you respect, it’s the F

I am slow flow that’s controlling all these live jams

It's myself once again till I’m tried

Prove but don’t lose, he gets violent

A starving student that won’t move, I’m like why not

Go to the place then let him ride out till I’m high got

My name in hall of fame CA and I’mma ride out

Eyes open, 20/20, he’s a whiteowl

No joking, money first, I’m like a tri-band

Cellphone on the other side of your land

I’m programmed either way I hold my own cam

And film, ain’t no fucking stand I bought my own land

Still never ran, never will, goddamn

Never gonna knock me off my throne, plan

B is not an option, I’m a grown man

Known for moving weight so I’m pro-grams