| Weed Vs. Beer (You Make The Choice) |
| [ Verse One: Evidence ] Yo, never underestimate the next man's greed And never sell ya baseball cards for weed I don't really get upset, so I'm not violent The monotone microphone master, moves in silence I'm nice off the head, and I'm nice off lead To some I'm three hours behind, to others I'm one ahead These vocal tones symbolizes confidence mixed with home-grown And such, no fear with the paranoid touch I can't intoxicate myself, I hate when I do that Running around acting stupid, saying "True dat!" That ain't me, and I know this is true (Come on!) So I just consume the grinds and say fuck the brew [ Verse Two ] Fuck you, it was me on beering unity Hype as fuck, aiiyo Ev' (wassup?) leave your weed and you look stuck Go isolate yourself, while I throw some back No action speaks louder than my words, verbal attack Peace to Swift and Tash, they mixin beer with hash Yo, I separate the two from experience, they clash I trust my ways and intuition, plus the way I steer When it's time for shows and women Fuck the weed, just beer [ Verse Three: Evidence ] Never underestimate the next man's greed And never sell ya best friend weed with seeds I don't really place 'em peoples in no position The monotone microphone master smokes weed and listens I'm nice off the head, and I'm nice off lead To some I'm one hour behind, to others I'm one ahead This vocal tone stands for chaos, and total control Completely outta reach, but hit the pocket on a roll I can't intoxicate myself, yo maybe to past the time Yo maybe to kill the pain when there's problems with my mind Yo, but that ain't me, and I know this is true So I just consume the grinds and say fuck the brew [ Verse Four ] On beer, I come through in the clutch Yo, I see four suckers then blow the fuck up Yo, go isolate yourself while I throw some back Yea, I'm dangerous as hell, with two Mooseheads in the hat You can talk-talk-talk, I drink up and have my fun You be the, Jack of all trades; Master Of None I trust my way's direction, I know the way to steer When it's time to party down, fuck the weed, just beer |