[A.G.]   Check it out now   I work the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket   Electrifying like a live socket   Hit em with all flavors, yup   We tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin papers   or keep it realer, and see me on a Iron Caterpillar   On point like a killer, plus ready, to deliver   type gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it   Critics dig my style cause I write different, no hype   I just kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get it   I shine like the ice when I hold mics, everytime   got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know what?   They so right, you get stuck, I'll go twice   Lit it up when I blow mics      [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