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Emergency

Evidence

Eastern Conference All-Stars, Vol. 2

2001

Evidence by the mic "emer..emergency"
Watch out! "..mer..mer..emergency..emergency"
"This is an emergency"

So check it out
The calm before the storm

type of track
That got you jumping 
System bumping heads nodding

We aint just fucking fodden rotten shit we spreading knowdlege when we kick
We find it

the missile in
See my feet you best be kissing them
Victorious flow I just piss n win
All these rubbers need the Michelin
She calling me first I know it's a win

at the living room
Listen to the music about that radio edit
I was jaming it that was my favorite song
About "Ain't No Fun" by Snoop N' Nate Dogg

Attack of New Jeruzalum

Artifacts

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

1994

to control it, my style is automatic 
Many MC system shut down when your gun comes around 
Plus I roll more chicks in stirrups, than Lou Diamond Phillips

on a run
Don't ask ku ndzi fikile man
I’m in it, I'm the son of a gun
I came here by force and I'll leave when I want

Limpopo champions league, hitlanga ku

and the day ones we kick it like Messi
We finna drink till the bottles turn empty yeah
Walk down the street n my bag a lil heavy
All of the PAK got the cream

a hunnit by using the mail
Route
My old bitch is stale now
I'm In-N-Out of her crib like in Hollywood getting some takeout
I'm getting paid now
Whole lotta

f.n.s my traps like a gun store
Killed the whole beat again needa stop getting bored

Abercrombie
Poppin' the Xannies I feel like a zombie

Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some money in it
Drive by, windows tinted
Pull up on you, sloppy finish

Straight out the dungeons of rap.
i aint even goin cap

Bouta obtain the plane
like 9/11 you catch the blame
like a kamikaze in your brain
celebrate

station niggas' found out by leakin out his mouth

Im workin till the sun up get my funds fuck yall talkin bout
Dont you dare pick no gun up bet' not run up

Whiskey bottle and an empty flask
Sitting there by your side
You never seemed like a drinking man
But then again you're in the band
You fill your

Off the wall like a pair of Vans so if you a dude don't try kick it
These packs were my potions had to remix them Hazey lyrics
She likes my haze

like I'm bill gates son
I'm so shinny like the stars n blazing like the sun
I took the bull by the horn gave my fears away
Never been a dull moment with

back n forth  i can't stand it
Yeah, I'ma do all this just for you Last night you called me, you said you missed me too
You gave me a chance, now I've

a #2
Then take a bath
Count to 3
Try n make it last
Better make it fast
Cuz I'm rakin cash
Y'all hatin Bagz
Cuz he statin facts
Y'all slow as fuck
I'm

carbine from Haiti
Long AR-15s, N 76 K (bow)
I can tell that that's the gun boys by the headlights
Quick quick, buss a quick left right
If they're still

left demons slayed by a swordsman
Portals start warping, now my wards are happy campers
Stanza ain't got a hook, fills the sketchbook of a ranter

up in the sky n I saw all dem ones
Aint nobody up this club 
Give me love like you do and I know it 

I think Im in love
I cant fight it 
Up in this

cin't bout no check don't hit my phone

Only gun cop me a few if I know that I feel that the feelin is feelin right 
Never get stopped by a cop or a bitch

therapy
I just need some blue cheese with my celery
I aint talkn veggie cuz its smoke then we want the beef
1st 1 in the city smackin dicks n ninas on chief

ni ma port seh (Get it?) 

You suppose don dey see say i smart (woah!)
Mo’n calculate biti omo igbo ton ta spare part 
You dey carry all the skinny

too much of our weight just for the sake of keeping food
Troubled Target in this market ain't no way for me to move
They gone spark the Flint regardless