[Mr. Eon] King Solomon to your Senate and Congress Lyrical trial fest, turnin thugs Amish Quadruple to ya uno, what you know? Got weight like two sumos on Pluto
[Evidence] Yes E, my flow is stunning, cunning or expertise Evidence, effortlessly, the exor-cist, e-mmences Obtain poison fists, spirtual combat is how I'm rockin this
[Mr. Eon] Throw smoke screens in heaven, weed lace adrenaline Your three loaves of bread couldn't fuck wit the eleven Bring ninety-five thesis to one page of feces
[Evidence] I'm not the one to loop shit, chop drums into pie-ces At least these days, I got lyrics in abundance Shoutout to homey block and Greenpeace in London And for production, it's all on how you ?trump? ? Records take up space and get heavy, hold the weight
[Chorus: Mr. Eon, Evidence] Most MC's, I don't care what they're sayin Right they're on the right track but they on the wrong train Wrong destination, wrong reason for the action I come equipped wit flows and pack game like Paxson Most MC's, I don't care what they're sayin They're on the right track but they on the wrong train Wrong destination, wrong reason for the action My name is Ev, I take you out like subtraction
[Evidence] My mind is attached in my physical form I stress my, emphasis as I enter this It's gettin warm, storm, clouds start to darken My rhymes flood like Noah in the Arc an' It's worst nightmare, wear your shades for the glare My skyline turn ?sharp trues? in knock a turquoise Toys turn to girls, boys turn to bed I'm in the situation but not started In this case I'm committed, serve em like Lendal Smoked out in interviews but still intellectual So check the perpetual, escalation from Dilated The mic icons who roll thick like pythons
[Mr. Eon (Evidence)] E=MC squared (So run scared) We droppin mathematicals, you ain't prepared (The equation shows that we're truly amazing) Dividing up your crew wit nuttin remaining E=MC squard (So run scared) We droppin mathematicals, you ain't prepared (The equation shows that we're truly amazing) Dividing up your crew wit nuttin remaining To unscramble my mandibles untangible Unhandable tantrums from this scandalous vandal The pitcher's a balker, foul like street parkers Teleport like Nightcrawler into sleep walkers Fought up beatboxers, rushin ?cheap toxins? Hob goblins hob-nobbin, hoes be knob-slobbin Check this direct dialect on sandscript Claimin that they fresh, they spit breath that's rancid Repeelers to DAT and catscan, the last champ Put on my shit and watch thugs try to slamdance It be the Dirty Decible spillin grungy Facin me is like Bizarro and Solomon Grundy Not to mention man, you just need to try more How you matchin a neanderthal verse a cyborg Elementals, wit pens and pencils, utensils Silhouettes get my shit crunched by more mentals
[Evidence] Evidence, Alchemist, Mighty Mi, Mr. Eon uh uh