Line Of Scrimmage
(专辑: The Weatherman LP - 2007)
[HOOK] [Evidence] I
show trust it still ends the
same Instead of friends You got friends frontin only out for your fame They tryna cross the
line [x4] [Slug] Tryna steer through this jungle made of concrete Drew the
map on my hand The
ink sweatted off me They tryna cross the
line [x4] [VERSE 1] [Evidence] Defense, no charity event And they say, familiarity breeds content And I
say, this ain't a
parody just barely vent What I
feel until it's so clear I'm scared of my sense New day, built for the
distance Never knew which side to choose til they drew the
line of scrimmage I
view different sagas, never doubt my outcome They seeing double-vision for invested interests (keep it movin) Win some, you just lost one though Defend what I
love, don't give a
fuck the
drum's slow I'm an eagle, fuck par for the
course Your little birdies seek peace but ain't planned for war (nope!) L.A., still workin the
angles Evy ain't a
devil just a
greazy angel I
got love, got slug, got drugs, some thugs Still keep it moving never threw my anchor (uh!) Same son, friends ain't changed (nah) It's a
cold game still sniffin Ronald Reagan cocaine Don't wait, hand and foot on me He's a
machine, mechanical anti-freeze (hot!) Light up, the
mind of a
genius Smoke this cush, there'll be no lies between us Every step I
take, dangerous Here we go, three seconds, this message 'bout to self-destruct [HOOK] [VERSE 2] [Slug] Down wind, your new found friend Drew the
guilt across the
grill just like a
clowns grin, I'm all in Tall and thin, tears down walls when the
dolphin gets caught In whatever pocket she falls in Shame none, the
blame game's done No more sweatin through the
heat wave waiting to make the
rain come Gain some, ingrained from the
same tongue Can tell by how I
bang some everybody wang chung Free-throw, feeble it seems so Break the
egg and let the
greed grow, beggin me to re-load Heave-ho, behold the
super freak show Navigate through people with that life fast bleed slow Down play, about face, the
clay rotates around whatever it takes to make you count them praise nowadays Show the
ace, with no poker face On the
belly, open legs and hold the
aim between his shoulder blades Square-biz, so terror thick The
air is thick with embarrassment, go share it with your therapist There it is, careless to pair with the
no-name Tag-wearing, faux-famous derelict Now sit, and wrap yourself around it When your done wear it like an outfit in front of the
township Sound check, allowed inside of the
mix To show em all why I'm this make the
music with your mouth biz [HOOK] [OUTRO] Yeah that's it right there 310, 612 Ev, Slug Alc Putting these little thumbtacks up all over the
map Connecting these dots We watching out for these double-cross cats tryna cross the
line You know Give and inch they take feet Give 'em feet they take the
street (haha)