Evidence - Sk**s lyrics

[Chorus 4X] "Yes" "My styles is wild" "Our fills is all about sk**s" "I get wild" [Mr. Brady] I got some muscle in your step Cause yo I step behind Steppin' lightly with no footprints oh... I didn't know you and your peers practice Abstinence I'ma take it well f** his light bomb twice Have a craving appetite for Delicious Vinyl But you make me lose my appetite It tastes more tical Whe I raise it up a pole 14 Shotguns for my stanza I tell you what Takin' small doses Its not important it's That's when your neck starts nodding And your head starts turning on control the vol Got folks on my shows Intoxicated vibing An when the flo' broadens Start translating through the noggin To those that's batlike Putting their best work in at night Graveyard shift When my partners do things To make the front of your pants wet Be wetting when you dream Dousing you tools with kerosene Exploding like TNT self detonate I'm making my way around by public trnsportation That's why you hardly eveer see me at Other people's shows (why) 'Cause thats somewhere that the Bus probably doesn't go (f** it up and here we go) [Chorus] [Evidence] I set aside time for practice Ranging annual to daily Rhymes cla**ic like the captain Album beats crash like its hailing The agenda of failing It's like the subway derailing I amtrak paving the way for destinations Yo the nation don't know half The diction that we're spittin' Interweaving like a ball of yarn Formed into a mitten I'm low-key know to flip facts from paperbacks Or hardcovers discovery channel make you see flannel When I'm finished call me Evidence Always rock the mic phat I write with my right but either handed with a bat Yo I see through fakes Who's styles that's not opaque While I'm taking K from Cali to Great Lake Yo from every rhyme I write Cats could find a thousand quotes There's too many sk**ed rappers Out of touch like Hall and Oates True my slyle's wild but didn't happen overnight This is Evidence and Brady Shady kids can't keep their sight [Chorus] [Mr. Brady] Dead nimrods get flushed like menopause I got got sweatsuits on your skull Trying to follow along Way past blond, Hydroplaning Explaining your disposition Poll position and an excessive wind draft Hyperventilating your cardiovasc Tend to be the last I'm greeting a card disk 'Cause my life is heartless\ And I'm kind of like a surgeon when I purge it ???????? with a squeeze from my palm It gets withered and Phyllis Diller when I'm high I was pushed out of light sockets electrified for my birth ZZZbillion megahertz Acrobatic Jackie Chan on the mic Taking knowledge of undergrowth With dead skin under my nails From when your neck choked To an artichoke mind of state of a vegetable I guess its edible if you're a carca** Lying there in the street gutterless Laying minds with no sk**s in your your beak [Chorus]