Evidence - The Epilogue lyrics

Yeah, uh. a-one, two Uh, had to dim the lights for this sh** Makin beats half of my life Some I gave away but never at half price No dice 'til I call it a night, get it right Sayin might one more time, then (My Name is D-Nice) ("My name-my name is D-Nice") No question, total silence Better yet, better get a set of pliers The heavy metal king, Chaka Demus is my idol (yea) Competitin with my rivals, proof for my title ...So who the f** don't tour? No one, music don't sell no more Watch out now, this sh**'ll be so embarra**ing Your merch vs. my world - there's no comparison (Lost...) Yeah yeah, I'm pickin pockets The ba** up, deliberately knockin (boom) Big picture lens, try to see it all then crop it (Now...) That all depends how you break it down and chop it f** coppin a big body Benz When you keep friends who check to check and barely makin profits (Uh!) Instead of tryin to say E's quite obnoxious (Well...) You could say E rules my synopsis (Hahahaha) Uh, it's pourin pots and pans On the grey lots and spoits barely travelled by man Only been a couple hours since I landed (true) And rollin up these trees I got handed It's hard to take his name in vain, but God-damn it ("When I bring it to ya face" - [Mad Sk**z]) ("Hit 'em, hit 'em" "Hit 'em, hit 'em" "Hit 'em with a thousand pounds of pressure" - [Big Pun]) ("On the mi-microphone" "On the microphone, I come COR-RECT!" - [King Ad Rock]) ("Internationally known and respected" - [LL Cool J]) ("But this industry'll play with ya life, man" - [Rakaa Iriscience]) ("That's what I consider real!" - [O.C.]) Uh, keep it movin now Rakaa, Babu, keep it movin [echoes] In Switzerland today, don't know why I choose to come here Actually I say it's because I ain't from here My people told me when we travel we live And if the carpet might unfold then that moment is his (or hers) Damn I need this (yea), Skyping to my manager Calculate pad and pen an*log (...sh** to do) Damn, it's wrong to see it first-hand in Panama (I seen it) U.S. dollars at the airport hand 'em off Feelin grateful, the feeling might pa** me I thank some now and thank the West for not askin (That's real) Preemo laced me (true), Alche' did too Momma raised me right when I date sh** in interviews These are my feelings and they really exist The gift and the curse, or maybe really It's the f**in curse and the gift Read the same thing from different angles Eatin from the same meal from different sides of the same table (Yeah!) And I ain't claim to be the game changer (uh-uh) I claim the West, Venice Beach, RSE and Dilated (all day) My grandmama said the day is what you make it (Love you) Clingin to this patience, my words are overstated The greatest... [echoes]