Tip the Scale - Intellectual

[Intro: DJ Skee]

(DJ Skee)

That's right, this is The Layover mixtape

DJ Skee, Evidence, y'all muthafuckas know what it is

History in the making

I told y'all muthafuckas, I'm only dropping classics

Ev, what you got to say?

[Verse 1: Evidence]

Yeah, never drawn on what I earn

No tone ain't been done that I can't learn

Patterns, eh, really ain't concerned

Feel the person who's speaking with words

Sometimes speaking in third

You mighta heard your favorite, plus to minus, maybe it's her

Maybe it's him, maybe it's them, try to never say never rappin'

Except, nah, I never let it happen

That's like Blink without Travis

Jim Jones with no ad-libs, I think I mighta had it

I might tip the scale

So jaded, not afraid to fail

No such thing as days you age well

What do you believe in: heaven or hell?

It's still dogs retrievin' the mail

A runaway train derailed

[Chorus: The Game sample]

And I run L.A., you can thank me

I kept hip-hop alive, you can thank me

Back, back to L.A. and I'm the muthafuckin' king

Westside, the crack music, I trap music

Back, back to L.A., and I'm the muthafuckin' king

Back, back to L.A., now what the fuck a nigga gotta say?

I made crack, crack music, I trap music

I said it, now who gon' dead it?

[Verse 2: Evidence]

My cell phone stays on roam

I mean Rome, Italy, literally, that's my home

Maybe further south, where it's word of mouth

Never heard of a drought, I smoke 'til my purchase gone

Put my Oakleys on then took 'em off

I like the world better seeing it raw

I'm on a world tour, award tour, got framed a whore for

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