Encore Filthy Lyrics

Filthy Lyrics

f/ Evidence, DJ Babu







*Cuts by Babu*







(Babu)



"Filthy--filthy from the ground on up" 3x



"Filthy--filthy--filthy...."







[Encore]



Steppin into the next level



Adjacent to my main man leavin, uneven steps amongst the wasteland



Kickin joints wit ballpoint pestilance



Takin you through desolate zones through mic-phones



Wit eyes like that of a cyclone



So it don't matter what pad you write on



You better off writin home to ma duke



? jukes loose like the sweetness



On some devious, distinguished, verbally leaders







[Evidence]



Yo treat us wit respect, for the boomerang effect



Is in existence, don't get too close, I keep my distance



For instance, the clones who put out records for loanes



And gassed egos and videos rhymin on phones



Blue and yellow make green, I'm airtight



I write wit stocktips on black with off-white



I'm good wit secrets, but with lighters, never trust us



Cat who's forever in debt to Blockbusters







"Filthy--filthy from the ground on up"



"Encore" "Evidence, I'm bringin it"



"Filthy--filthy from the ground on up"



"When I plan my attack, I doubt that you're ready"







[Evidence]



Yo sharp and precise, lays a gamma knife



To your mental, fry your brain to vegetables for Emeril



Cook the hot shit, armlock the drop kick



The Main Event, Work The Angles, Triple Optic



Evidence, more loosely to the fact



Yo I gain self-esteem by esteemable acts



Back wit the axe and slice tracks in half



Slice you down to particles, yo shorty get the mask



Feel the bass at your feet, the treble's at your face



Yo Kurt EQ's the midrange to wrap around your waist



Yo I blow spots hot, volcano lava rock



Molten metal, full throttle on the pedal *tires screech*



Create, hit the weed, cover a song



Is how rappers get down and the reason shit is wrong



Those who wear out the welcome to me are straight femmes



Name is Evidence in English, and Evidence in French



I get filthy!







"Filthy from the ground on up"



"Evidence" "Encore" "I keep it hotter than the
next"



"Filthy--filthy from the ground on up"



"When I plan my attack, I doubt that you're ready"



"Filthy from the gr-gr-ground on up"



"Encore" "Wit Evidence and Babs"



"Filthy--filthy from the ground on up"



"When I plan my attack, I doubt that you're ready"







[Encore]



Wit each speed I explore



Still shitty metaphore an'



'Core keeps you open like a door picked wit the porchnit



Bring like heroes to courtship, I treat it like a cheap trick



Hit it raw dog, abort the kids whotry to be us



See this camp ain't for you champ



Don't understand how these rappers get pampered



By lazy asses, abusin food stamps



They tossin shit like loose scrap



Dudes rap, get used once, too many bodies on em, anybody want em?



If so, come in, plummet to the depths of the soul



No evidence of rest, impressin, it's just breath control



Black as coal, ?provomic? diamond studded



See verbally I'm iced down, too heavy and sharp to lug it



Yo hip hop's lone Rolling Stone wit no known offspring so



Biters are bastards, clones get played like The Masters



After bust, then Ev hook the beat up



To Roc like Raida, wit face that's E'd up



To futuristic gift of glock lasers, top praises as I set it



Dunns get stunned wit phonetics



Hey, my taser weighs a ton



(Yo make em run, 'Core)



What for, they'd rather stand still



They still feel the cold kill up in 6-1-thrill, still filthy







"Filthy from the ground on up"



"When I plan my attack, I doubt that you're ready" *both lines 3x*



"Filthy from the ground on up" *cut and scratched to end*



"Yeah baby, yeah" [Austin Powers]