Fashawn, Evidence - On Da Spot Freestyle lyrics

[Fashawn, Evidence - On Da Spot Freestyle lyrics]

Declare this a state of an emergency
Those who never heard of me 'bout to
Get burnt up to the third degree
Boots and burglary, drugs, bullets, surgery
Frauds, fiends and fronts, blunts, spiders
And perjury
Murder capital seemed serene 'til the
Gates got closed and sensed urgency
From Malibu to Myrtle Beach
Puttin' in work and exchange currency
Hurdlin', batters get pitched at purposely
I worded the versе to work
When the picture's rеversed
You hear Satan spit a message on Earth
I'm the illest west of Lincoln Boulevard
Don't make me pull a card out and
Show you how it was earned
I'm pastor quite certain for
Churches and cheers
Newcomers beat by old-timers
Clickin' in years
Jetsetters catching jets and Lears
Aggressive, pumpin' Melle Mel's message
It's weed for breakfast, go!

Like a spatula, I flip vernacular
Like I used to flip packs ridin' passenger
Check, the shit wasn't half as fun
Especially the days I ain't have no funds
It's the one and only
Youngin' with a tongue of a OG
A revolutionary that roll weed
And some believe I'm immortal and don't bleed
And so famous I won't squeeze
Check it, it's Rap a rat race
And it's a fact
Even if you do get first place
You're still a rat
Peep the game, I've been pitchin' scraps, uh
I'm Stevie Wonder with his vision back
In a fitted cap
Your mindframe couldn't picture that
My syntax is like Cinemax
I'm just a nigga on a mission, Jack
Maneuver like the Men In Black
And I just hope that you remember Fash'
I'm takin' my time, perfectin' the rhyme
Stressin' every second intercepted
By the grind, gettin' mine
Nickel 9 for the haters
I reply "see you later"
When I die, go to hell, meet your maker
It's time
I get fly enough to paint my name in the sky
Fuck this game
Get a little bit of chains and get by
Mindframe of a nigga out his brain doin' time
This is heroine, cocaine, deliver lines
So game, these niggas is so lame
With that Andre Agassi accuracy, got aim
You know
Where I'd be at if it wasn't for this
Probably huggin' the Ave
With a gun on my hip
But what I became was a nigga out the
Game trying to get a little fame
Blow up, propane, take her
Out, that baby fat, put her in some
Put my city on the map
Like no one who's ever came
And it's a damn shame
Keep a styrofoam cup full of champagne
G's up, you know my motherfuckin' campaign
Niggas wanna be me and bitches
Want my last name

Gorilla bars, his feet stomp like an animal
Turn the sidewalk concave, I leave the manual
Panoramic camera view
See it like mechanics do
Eyes up under your hood
My neighbour scanning you
Life is 3D, don't need it on my TV
Still whistle like Tweety? You see the LAPD
Shit, y'all been warned
That's my brother for life
We share the crown of thorns
Every town get scorned, whole torch and wand
Firesquad, riot man, I am on tour
In the village, beauty lies in the slum
Basically I keep it basic, bass and drums
I'm tight laced
Cause the race ain't a poker face
And they chasin' ducks
The bird handler ain't chasin' ducks
They crunch numbers like it's demolition
When we done
I got a hunch not a penny is missin'

I'm properly medicated and probably
The most debated i'm obviously dedicated
Discography underrated
It's preposterous how I'm poppin'
Up on your station i used to be one of
Poverty's most popular faces
Niggas tried but couldn't copy the cadence
Don't be surprised, uh, we pocketin' paper
Profit's is major
It's the population of out in Jamaica
My posse nothin' to play with
From Morocco to Venezuela
I'm movin' more product than El Chapo when it
Don't even call me an MC, I'm an ogre
I'm a meteorite, these niggas mediocre
I'd rather be considered an OG when it's over
In a tinted limousine blowin'
Weed at my chauffeur
Don Santiago on behalf of my ralos
Been married to the mob, Jasmine Solano

Declare this a state of an emergency
Those who never heard of me
Evidence is cuttin' off your circuitry
Street tops I drop certainly diverse
Spittin' like with a walking transmitter
Nonetheless, I'm possessive, I guess
Like an apostrophy
Trophy's tryna freeze life
Like my photography
Call anything I wanna do as limitless
Caught freezin' images in frames for finishes
Written with the purpose then
Wrapped up in portions
Served up a cold dish, ghost like more fish
Toast like four-fifths
Coast on coastline, sunny side
Confine solitary bunnies hide
Naked guns and rabbit's
Makin' things disappear
Last year, that was trade show magic
Bad habit's, I scribble blank pages
Hit a thousand stages, stay stingin' anxious
The well been dry from pain, don't doubt mine
Eyes been drier than my city at drought time
Designin' a outline and
Tryin' to spit but quit in severe pain
Searin', don't feel flames
The tears been engulfed though
Experience a bitch, a kid ran from po-po
Now we're grown folks in my sunny state
CA of emergency takin' on the burden of faith

I need to lay up off the liquor
And the champagne
I know it's no good for my liver
Probably go to King Of Diamonds and
Throw it all on a stripper
Mister "Roll it, Light it, Pass It
" as long as it's paper, not a swisher
Smokin' something potent
Smell the aroma when I enter
The shit'll probably put you in
A coma for a winter
Real nigga, this isn't no persona we invented
No different rather in Arizona or in Venice
California bendin' corners
I roll up and I pivot
With a stockbroker not bulgin'
Through my denim
Huggin' a lane like a Range Rover
I'm addicted with sixteen O's on a mission
Young Santiago, desperado

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