Rob The Viking - Exhibit A lyrics

Yo f** with me If you can Ya Uh [Verse 1] We bring that rap back We bring that wack sh** out back to the shack And then stab that, multiple times Painting better than mine A couple people told me I'd be better off being a little more kind Ha, f** ‘em I take my nuts out of my hands and tell the world to s** them I got tired of being stuck, a mountain up to nothing My rhymes are the only reason I equated out to something I sup and sip a Canadian club until I'm tucked in And I can't get demons out here screaming in my ears The sound of wicked (Neph gon' follow close so you can think that you won't miss it) The visions, to explicit Real life, hoping it isn't So I'm taking this knife to cut out your gizzards b**hes, scratching together these lyrics whenever my tongue itches Get the chitter chatter, I hear some hisses I know a bunch wishes on my f**ing downfall But you'll never see me or my shadow like a groundhog [Hook] I said, move get out of the way I'm coming through with the evidence Come examine exhibit A You and the jury gon' have ample time to deliberate Let me give it to you straight though When you hear it, better lay low Move get out of the way I'm coming through with the evidence Come examine exhibit A He goes by the name of Neph Garments around his necks Its press play to live, press stop and that's your last day Pray, uh [Vocal Sample] When this misery was When this misery was over A hundred other miseries exactly like this one will be awaiting you [Verse 2] Battle Axe the movement, steadily show improvement I'm keeping the coast alive, when I talk its bombing fluid Rise the golden army, armed to the teeth Never defeated, but I'm on repeat. Hold onto your seat Neph, I'm up next. IPad raps, relapse of reading back my text f** it, I can't help but flex my biceps (I do) Growing up on the island used to have me prone to violence Bad dreams when I sleep so I try not to close my eyelids Splattered, leave you scattered, swing my axe like Hank Darren Better batter bloody cats like the red baron Double propeller, rotary flow, leave you chopped like tartar Chase you down with some hard bars It's the new world order Prince of my city, bet he's calling me Ali Ababwa Ride the magic carpet, hop off it ‘cause I'm a martyr f** it, got a parachute, pull it. Yo, what's a bullet to a f**ing flying star I thought we're backs there, you wanna [Hook] I said, move get out of the way I'm coming through with the evidence Come examine exhibit A You and the jury gon' have ample time to deliberate Let me give it to you straight though When you hear it, better lay low Move get out of the way I'm coming through with the evidence Come examine exhibit A He goes by the name of Neph Garments around his necks Its press play to live, press stop and that's your last day Pray, uh