[Verse One: Evidence]

Recognize

I wreck as an exercise

Less is more, respect the most blessed alive

The left coast got me most inspired

Toast to that so I post here even though most have died

You hear Ev' over Premier

Clear the lane, maintain, the other half of Khalil is on stage

Chase/Chace the clouds away to an infinite place

Anywhere they recognize my face

Recognize my age, that's another question

I can't get a beer without them second guessing

31'st the new 21, back to acting troublesome

Chicks get hard dick and bubble gum

My 16 like numbers, they running 'em

My M.O.?

Get away clean till we coming up

Two months I've been dumbing out to sum it up

We one in a mil' all night until the sun is up

Recognize

"Recognize"

"Don't get it twisted"

[Verse Two: Chace Infinite]

Uh

Deep as The Passion Of Christ

My documented passion for mics and Nikes nigga I'm nice like

Babu, Rakaa and Mike

Perretta precise like a surgical knife that it slice competitors

You better recognize my mind designs of war

Royal descriptions of moments in time

From the insane to the profane and divine

Scriptures that are recorded by modern day scribes

To the art I dedicated my in life, it's not a game

Then again it's not a culture, I see it a different way

I represent the cornerstone, men of respect

Wise vets, street niggas, do the knowledge in depth

Recognize, acknowledge the rep

Chace Infinite from Self Scientific, it's the gods of the west

Kind of weird that I never rocked over Premier

When Gang Starr is the blueprint for me and Khalil

Recognize

"Recognize"

"Don't get it twisted"

[Verse Three: Fashawn]

I rock Nikes whether it's sunny or 20 below

I'm from the No', nickle nickle lines is cold

On a turf, young niggas sniffing lines of snow

It's the mind that they chose, design to stay froze

Time that I rose, shine like white gold

Nah, don't ever think for a minute I might fold

A menace, I'm type cold, who sitting in my throne?

Hit the block in my princely robe I'm on the go

Love getting money my nigga and need mo'

Shit, how's we gon' eat if we broke?

Love riding though L.A., hit Melrose

Or, Sunset, Hollywood got hoes

And pimps with backhands ice cold

And a stack so fat it won't fold

I'm that brand new flavor in your ear

Next year, I bet I have a single with Premier

Recognize

"Recognize"

"Don't get it twisted"