[Evidence]   Yo the rhyme excursions touch minds like brain surgeons   Feel the lyric tear gas even on clean versions   No profanic goddammit   Hard like granite to the utmost   I'm butter on rye, always high but play the low post   I stretch to go the distance yo my lungs are mad elastic   I'm dope on plastic like Flex, and always keep it....classic   Expressions in the facial, I'm on ?racial?   From Caribbean rhythms I hit em wit a battered flow pattern   The circle Saturn twice   I'm nice on ice   The line slice your dome and separate rhymes from poems   My life, ain't tryin to see no Grammy or Oscar   Best believe the styles will rub off like ?pastas?   On people, yo check Dilated, Evidence   The influential rock rhymes in sequential format   You see the doormat if you acting disaccordingly   Something to the effect of Fat Boys in Disorderly's      [Madchild]   I'll take you from He-Man to She-Ra   Battle Cat to Kringa   Medieval messanger, west coast avenger   Take you to the street, battle me that's a fuckin sin   Go one round wit Madchild, you'll be suckin wind   Snappin handcuffs just from deconcentration   Then I broke out the bus, the mental hospital patients   On the weekend pass, but I still come sick   Psychopathic, you're dealin wit a deranged lunatic (right)   Soon to kick ya teeth in and then go bezerk   Even Van Gogh looked at me, and said "You're one piece of work"   So I said "Lend me an ear" cuz I'm the state of the art   First I'll feast on your brain and rip your body apart   There's a part of your heart stuck in between my fangs   Wrap a rope 'round your neck and you still couldn't hang   Cuz you're way off track you need realignment   Murdering masterpieces in solitary confinement      [Everlast]   I keep your backside open like the English Channel   I rock the sure shot, I keep it hot like flannel   I'll survey your panel, put my foot up in your anal   You think it can't happen, kid cuz I'm rappin?   Ain't no gun clappin, cut the jaw-jackin   Let the joints get shot and see who wear this knot   Then kick off your shoes jump off my jock   And check the new style Whitey Ford's prune to rock   Cuz once upon a time, not long ago   Before hip hop was made for the radio   An MC show had to cold rock the masses   Used to wear a Kangol wit the clear Gazel glasses   So bang bang boogey, up jump the party   Someone clapped off, and scattered everybody   Drunk off Bacardi, high off the trauma   It's death from above, the livest dive bomber   In the squadron, I break formation   I get New York love like my name's King Sun   I T La Rock Bells till they break the dawn   Steady puff L's, I fight hell like Spawn   My moves are animated, my crew's reinstated   While you cats suspensions are up in my deminsions   We can ease tensions or we can get rowdy   So I'ma keep it on the love and do my Duty like Howdie      [Divine Styler]   Direct your short term plan, rigidalize rhyme boards wit the hoards    I'm satan dynasty killer   Reveal the cause wit the sling on down   Venom spit regurgitate death scripts I sound   Cylinder never python, Prevail Madchild   Physical justice can't rush this for now   Move faker the game time set back so don't sweat that   God don't test that, too much infinite to get at   Face the fields   Swollen Members got the iller drills   And if you wit the rhyme steel   Bust the revealings in my feelings of these dealings   I went to represent shield   I build three phases of death, the illsuion   Is the sweat that you reflect   When you feel the veil   Divine Styles circum navigate nine circles of hell   You keep on you don't stop cuz a nigga never stay still   Whatta whattta whatta whatta whattta what I'm sayin is-is that   You-you ain't ready for that chill