Текст песни: Xzibit - Rework The Angles



[evidence]


Show mic precise, require sacrifice


That`s no hassle, the master got more loops than lassos


Y`all hear me? they all conspiracy theories


Worthless, like testing ev` defeats the purpose


Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women


Breakbeats and windmills on concrete


Covered by cardboard, seafloor to skyline


Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine


That`s right sometimes i get so hyped


I feel like diamond d the best producer on the mic


I aced this -- most punchlines are tasteless


Regular, average, mediocre, makeshift


To all my dj`s, with skills you got a lotta


This ain`t on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta


The method in this game they`ll have you drained and strangles


Don`t go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles





[defari]


Don`t sleep on, i leave your knee torn, like sehorn


Liquid mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform


Of energy, mentally fit to last a century


Like centuries, one double-zero translate to victories


You kiddin me me? come wack that`s not my history


Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember +misery+?


Lyrically you`re skatin out of control


Work the angles `round the globe, from newark to south pole


It`s so cold that mc`s catch pneumonia


I`m airborne, from l.a. to barcelona


I rock heads from pomona out the bronx


Drop the sure needle contact, now watch me launch


Dj`s, you jugglin, that means i`m bubblin


Defari on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin


Picture me fumblin or droppin the ball


That`s like picturin guy without that nigga aaron hall





[iriscience]


Well if a brother gets the best of me


Ain`t no use in sniveling and blaming the referee


Fuck that, i strip the mic with tenacous d


Kick it up to evidence, yo kick it out to me!


Line up the three, trifecta stroked properly


Rocca, i work the angles triple opticly


The hip-hop multi-beat real monopoly


My g is god, what`s your g for, geometry?


This man of war beats cold on the seashore


An deeo enough to take it to the sea floor


Every single beat bangs like a c-4


We drop beats, why you asking what the beat for?


The spitfire fighter dilated entity


I`m learning shockers like shockra building energy


While barbershops sipping henny like the kennedy`s


I`m always been independent, that`s word to beni b


It`s guaranteed





[xzibit]


Make t-shirts and slingshots, i bust khakis out, bounce to the weed spot


Naturally, me and my faculty never play with this


I used to love h.e.r. too, but now i fucking hate the bitch


She`s sucking up to all the niggas with the chains and whips


But that`s alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent


And keep it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool


Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole corwd move


Towards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you dilated


Hotter than satan, the repeated parole violations


Xzibit work the angles, cordless to dirty angels


How the west was won: with microphones and turntables


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[evidence]


Show mic precise, require sacrifice


That`s no hassle, the master got more loops than lassos


Y`all hear me? they all conspiracy theories


Worthless, like testing ev` defeats the purpose


Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women


Breakbeats and windmills on concrete


Covered by cardboard, seafloor to skyline


Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine


That`s right sometimes i get so hyped


I feel like diamond d the best producer on the mic


I aced this -- most punchlines are tasteless


Regular, average, mediocre, makeshift


To all my dj`s, with skills you got a lotta


This ain`t on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta


The method in this game they`ll have you drained and strangles


Don`t go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles





[defari]


Don`t sleep on, i leave your knee torn, like sehorn


Liquid mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform


Of energy, mentally fit to last a century


Like centuries, one double-zero translate to victories


You kiddin me me? come wack that`s not my history


Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember +misery+?


Lyrically you`re skatin out of control


Work the angles `round the globe, from newark to south pole


It`s so cold that mc`s catch pneumonia


I`m airborne, from l.a. to barcelona


I rock heads from pomona out the bronx


Drop the sure needle contact, now watch me launch


Dj`s, you jugglin, that means i`m bubblin


Defari on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin


Picture me fumblin or droppin the ball


That`s like picturin guy without that nigga aaron hall





[iriscience]


Well if a brother gets the best of me


Ain`t no use in sniveling and blaming the referee


Fuck that, i strip the mic with tenacous d


Kick it up to evidence, yo kick it out to me!


Line up the three, trifecta stroked properly


Rocca, i work the angles triple opticly


The hip-hop multi-beat real monopoly


My g is god, what`s your g for, geometry?


This man of war beats cold on the seashore


An deeo enough to take it to the sea floor


Every single beat bangs like a c-4


We drop beats, why you asking what the beat for?


The spitfire fighter dilated entity


I`m learning shockers like shockra building energy


While barbershops sipping henny like the kennedy`s


I`m always been independent, that`s word to beni b


It`s guaranteed





[xzibit]


Make t-shirts and slingshots, i bust khakis out, bounce to the weed spot


Naturally, me and my faculty never play with this


I used to love h.e.r. too, but now i fucking hate the bitch


She`s sucking up to all the niggas with the chains and whips


But that`s alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent


And keep it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool


Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole corwd move


Towards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you dilated


Hotter than satan, the repeated parole violations


Xzibit work the angles, cordless to dirty angels


How the west was won: with microphones and turntables


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