[ 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 led
  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 paranoide touch
  I can intoxicate myself, I hate when I do that
  Running around acting stupid, saying "True that!"
  That ain't me, and I know this is true (Come on!)
  So I just consume the grines 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 ice-o-late yourself, while I throw some back
  No action speaks louder than my words, verbal attack
  Peace to Swift and Tash, they mixing beer with hash
  Yo, I separate the two from experience, they clash
  I trust my ways and intuition, plus the way I stear
  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 led
  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 potkit on a roll
  I can intoxicate myself, yo maybe they past the time
  Yo maybe they kill the pain when there's problems with my guilt
  Yo, but that ain't me, and I know this is true
  So I just consume the grines and say fuck the brew
  
  [ Verse Four ]
  On beer, I come through in the clutch
  Yo, I see four suckers and blow the fuck up
  Yo, go ice-o-late yourself while I throw some back
  Yea, I'm dangerous as hell, with two Moo-Sads 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 stear
  When it's time to party down, fuck the weed, just beer