Weed Vs. Beer (You Make The Choice)

Dilated Peoples

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    [ 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

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    [ 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

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