[Evidence - Intro] I sit alone in my four-cornered room starin at Pro-Tools Heh-heh, ay yo yo... Uh, talk to 'em Res
[Res - repeat x4] You got to belieeeeeeve in something... Why not believe in me?
[Evidence - Verse 1] Yeah, I'm back with that hop and schemin the plot See what you got, never stop; timeless, no hands on my clock Impossible to flop, I'm from that flip when it's hot on the block, fuck the world 'til I shut down shop (oh!) I'm on a hunt to find the best in the invitation (E-V) Rap's my parking lot, don't need no validation (it's crazy) I'm hearin it clear, 20/20 vision when they start to listen And see what I say to the point where it's written in stone; I'm not the only one with the ace - he ain't alone Got two in different suits, my hand ain't thrown I save the best for the time when the rest is tired (y'kno) Invest in my own, my lows now higher (wow) From a bird's-eye point now my views got wiser And up close and personal, my buzz caught fire to the point where I spit this, it set off sirens and fire hydrants, the rap tyrant - believe in me These other MCs' sell they dreams First LP, move units switch their stead I tell 'em all, "Don't bother" (NO!) - The cat you love today gonna be a different rapper tommorrow - ha ha
[Chorus: Res (Evidence)] You got to belieeeeeeve in something... (Yeah, uh) Why not believe in me? (E-V, the best of what the West is Fresh, middle finger up, fuck the rest) You got to belieeeeeeve in something... (Yeah) Why not believe in me? (Uh, myself and I, 'til the day I die Here to lead not to get behind, yeah)
[Evidence - Verse 2] Name's official, game not competition I'm sayin they start to listen, aim plus ammunition Game I start spittin, rain I start liftin Umbrellas up, here comes the pain right with it (oh!) Never lose touch, never lose sight Never lose sight of my moms, since she been gone things ain't been right Shit ain't been on, she lost that fight Still I stay strong every night Tour all year long, don't love to fly Lost my fear, catch that flight It's to the point of no return, I'm third degree burn (None compared to her) New season Time to dead ya character My rebuse is prevalent, minority report It's the orgy of Evidence (crazy!) Always felt that's somethin thats' to be said for friends (yeah) And always say what I feel 'til I make my point relevant (it's real) Y'all musta lost ya grip (y'kno!) thinkin I got gassed, lost to love and do what these labels tellin us Man, it's plain to see, I rep the streets Seven days a week, you got..
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