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Rework The Angles

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Жанры : rap hip-hop gangsta rap west coast hip hop

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[evidence]

Show mic precise, require sacrifice

That`s no hassle, the master got more loops than lassos

Y`all hear me? they all conspiracy theories

Worthless, like testing ev` defeats the purpose

Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women

Breakbeats and windmills on concrete

Covered by cardboard, seafloor to skyline

Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine

That`s right sometimes i get so hyped

I feel like diamond d the best producer on the mic

I aced this -- most punchlines are tasteless

Regular, average, mediocre, makeshift

To all my dj`s, with skills you got a lotta

This ain`t on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta

The method in this game they`ll have you drained and strangles

Don`t go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles

[defari]

Don`t sleep on, i leave your knee torn, like sehorn

Liquid mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform

Of energy, mentally fit to last a century

Like centuries, one double-zero translate to victories

You kiddin me me? come wack that`s not my history

Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember +misery+?

Lyrically you`re skatin out of control

Work the angles `round the globe, from newark to south pole

It`s so cold that mc`s catch pneumonia

I`m airborne, from l.a. to barcelona

I rock heads from pomona out the bronx

Drop the sure needle contact, now watch me launch

Dj`s, you jugglin, that means i`m bubblin

Defari on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin

Picture me fumblin or droppin the ball

That`s like picturin guy without that nigga aaron hall

[iriscience]

Well if a brother gets the best of me

Ain`t no use in sniveling and blaming the referee

Fuck that, i strip the mic with tenacous d

Kick it up to evidence, yo kick it out to me!

Line up the three, trifecta stroked properly

Rocca, i work the angles triple opticly

The hip-hop multi-beat real monopoly

My g is god, what`s your g for, geometry?

This man of war beats cold on the seashore

An deeo enough to take it to the sea floor

Every single beat bangs like a c-4

We drop beats, why you asking what the beat for?

The spitfire fighter dilated entity

I`m learning shockers like shockra building energy

While barbershops sipping henny like the kennedy`s

I`m always been independent, that`s word to beni b

It`s guaranteed

[xzibit]

Make t-shirts and slingshots, i bust khakis out, bounce to the weed spot

Naturally, me and my faculty never play with this

I used to love h.e.r. too, but now i fucking hate the bitch

She`s sucking up to all the niggas with the chains and whips

But that`s alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent

And keep it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool

Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole corwd move

Towards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you dilated

Hotter than satan, the repeated parole violations

Xzibit work the angles, cordless to dirty angels

How the west was won: with microphones and turntables

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