[Intro: Kanye West sample & (Evidence)]

Y'all might as well get the music ready cos this is finna take a while

"And I've been working on this thing

They've told me about humble... humbleness, humility

Um, I don't like it

It doesn't feel natural

But I hear it works for a lot of celebrities and brings them a long way when they act like they don't deserve things

And now I'd like to thank people at the label who i know like: Rob Pasco (Rob Pasco) and Matt Voss and Byron G (Byron G)...."

[Verse 1: Evidence]

I give a fuck who's who, I chef the same when I'm preparing it

From bad kid to semi-rich middle-aged American

Rooted in my heritage, wounded for the derelicts

The root of every evil is the truth of all appearances

I crack the sound but the beat is still a barrier

And every fucking inch of every street around this area

The Venice carry us up like dough rises

Rap transit all city, no license

The city is beneath, I watch it from a bird's eye

Brain dead, two left, they shot me in my third eye

Shot out my eye like BB guns up on a Christmas day

Reach for pistols as I watch the fuckin' Pistons play

I set the tone with the writings on the wall

The city cleans it up like we inviting 'em all

Evolution's all messed up now, chop the middleman

Stab the messenger, not the literal

I ran without a cause and was the best before I knew shit

Before I took a cruise ship, before I been to Houston

I ain't tying up loose ends I let 'em waiver

Pulling out these lavers and pounding out the pavement

Gone

[Hook]

I'm the lyrical gangsta

[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]

I be a young motherfucker of the rap camp

Style symbolizes my nastiness like a tramp stamp

Wamp wamp, where it's at

Fear fact, just let them legends die and I'll inherit that

I'm fit for the carry, weight of the world I carriage on my back

With a fairer sack, inquisitions to the mirror

Exactly what niggas fearing, see the future in its clearest

It is I, Doms, dropping lyrical pipe bombs

Until an icon, I choke your life like a python

I'm who the children look up, probably got 'em doing kush ups

Super high, call me Superfly, bitch I'm Jimmy Snuka

Got you feeling like you took a hit of heroin

And that's for veterans, the way I bury 'em, embarrassing

You know better than puttin' that fire near the kerosine

I said don't make me tell again like kids with speech impediments

They can't see where my head is, I'm ahead

Roll the credits, roll the medics

Getting high till I feel I'm copacetic

[Hook]

I'm the lyrical gangsta

[Verse 3: Scott Caan aka Mad Skillz]

Yo I've been trying to keep it silent, my tendency to violence

The suit and tie be fading, the truth about the shining

The sliding through the masses, smiling eyes through glasses

My style been altercated all the while to pile my cash in

But fuck that though, I want a ho that stay up late

My dirty bottom bitch to fuck with me until the wake

Mad illegal C.R.E.A.M, ain't no rules, that's the dream

In regal swimming pools, prepping tools for future schemes

Laying low and creeping it, selling dope and sleeping it

Wrap the dough up in a rope, keep in what I'm sleeping in

Mattress fettucini, life's a flick and I'm Fellini

Pinky diamond rings above the rims of ice martinis

Trees throughout the day, hour focused in a haze

We living life the most, been comatosed all the way

The toast to hell that may, cause making bread legit's too real

So I'm folding on the stress of life to steal to catch a meal

[Hook]

I'm the lyrical gangsta

[Kanye West sample]

"And I've been working on this thing

They've told me about humble... humbleness, humility

Um, I don't like it

It doesn't feel natural

But I hear it works for a lot of celebrities and brings them a long way when they act like they don't deserve things

And now I'd like to thank people at the label who i know like: Rob Pasco and Matt Voss and Byron G...."

[Outro: Paul and the Magical Sleigh Bell]

Wankland Audio presents... Paul and the Magical Sleigh Bell, Part 1

It was a cold and stormy night when the one young Paul sat scouring by the fire light; composing away. It was another Christmas. The carolers outside his window sang with glee as they rode by in a sleighbell that created a sound that was so magnificent that Paul ran to the window

"This sound, I must capture it, but how?"

He set about to scour the land in search for the most resilient and brilliant of sleigh bells. His father said he'd lost his marbles

"Paul, I'm your father. You've lost your marbles"

But no... young Paul, steadfast in his ways, travelled the land far and wide, capturing the sound of every sleigh bell he could. He travelled... oh the might!