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Song:Line Of Scrimmage
Album:The Weatherman LpGenres:Hip-Hop
Year:2007 Length:272 sec

Lyrics:

[Hook: Evidence]
I show trust, it still ends the same
Instead of friends, you got friends fronting only out for your fame
They tryna cross the line [x4]
(Slug)
Tryna steer through this jungle made of concrete
Drew the map on my hand, the ink sweatted off me
They tryna cross the line [x4]

[Verse 1: Evidence]
Defense, no charity event
And they say 'familiarity breeds content'
And I say 'this ain't a parody just barely vent'
What I feel until it's so clear I'm scared of my sense
New day, built for the distance
Never knew which side to choose til they drew the line of scrimmage
I view different sagas, never doubt my outcome
They seeing double-vision for invested interests (keep it moving)
Win some, you just lost one though
Defend what I love, don't give a fuck the drum's slow
I'm an eagle, fuck par for the course
Your little birdies seek peace but ain't planned for war (nope!)
LA, still working the angles
Evy ain't a devil just a greazy angel
I got love, got Slug, got drugs, some thugs
Still keep it moving never threw my anchor (uh!)
Same son, friends ain't changed (nah)
It's a cold game, still sniffin' Ronald Reagan cocaine
Don't wait, hand and foot on me
He's a machine, mechanical anti-freeze (hot!)
Light up, the mind of a genius
Smoke this cush, there'll be no lies between us
Every step I take; dangerous
Here we go, three seconds, this message 'bout to self-destruct

[Hook: Evidence]
I show trust, it still ends the same
Instead of friends, you got friends fronting only out for your fame
They tryna cross the line [x4]
(Slug)
Tryna steer through this jungle made of concrete
Drew the map on my hand, the ink sweatted off me
They tryna cross the line [x4]

[Verse 2: Slug]
Down wind, your new found friend
Drew the guilt across the grill just like a clowns grin, I'm all in
Tall and thin, tears down walls when the dolphin gets caught
In whatever pocket she falls in
Shame none, the blame game's done
No more sweating through the heat wave waiting to make the rain come
Gain some, ingrained from the same tongue
Gan tell by how I bang some everybody wang chung
Free-throw, feeble it seems so
Break the egg and let the greed grow, begging me to re-load
Heave-ho, behold the super freak show
Navigate through people with that live fast bleed slow
Down play, about face, the clay rotates around whatever it takes to make you count them praise nowadays
Show the ace, with no poker face
On the belly, open legs and hold the aim between his shoulder blades
Square-biz, so terror thick
The air is thick with embarrassment, go share it with your therapist
There it is, careless to pair with the no-name
Tag-wearing, faux-famous derelict
Now sit, and wrap yourself around it
When you're done wear it like an outfit in front of the township
Sound check, allowed inside of the mix
To show em all why I'm this make the music with your mouth biz

[Hook: Evidence]
I show trust, it still ends the same
Instead of friends, you got friends fronting only out for your fame
They tryna cross the line [x4]
(Slug)
Tryna steer through this jungle made of concrete
Drew the map on my hand, the ink sweatted off me
They tryna cross the line [x4]

[Outro]
Yeah that's it right there
310, 612
Ev, Slug, Alc
Putting these little thumbtacks up all over the man, connecting these dots
We watching out for these double-cross cats tryna cross the line, you know
Give and inch they take feet
Give 'em feet they take the street (haha)




 

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