Line of Scrimmage (feat. Slug) (prod. by The Alchemist)
(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)