paroles de chanson Far Left - Evidence
"We
played
the
part
of
lovers
You
gave
all
your
love
and
you
made
it
seem
right
You
made
me
a
man
oh
so
young
in
my
life"
"Why
you
don't
know
who
I
am?
I-I'll
see
you,
I
know
exactly
where
you're
at
That
so
you
don't
have
to
wonder
and
try
to
find
out
who
I
am
You
will
SEE
who
I
am,
I
will
tell
you
who
I
am"
"Then
who
are
you?"
I
am
The
maestro
that's
composin
these
dope
jams
Got
fiends
tappin
they
arms
for
that
dope
slam
On
the
low
like
the
Witness
Protection
pro-gram
Cliques
to
guerillas
with
killas,
let
'em
ride
out
Park
the
tank,
open
the
latch
and
then
I
climb
out
To
the
atmosphere
so
I
could
really
find
out
Who's
schemin
when
I
walk
around
with
the
shines
out
I
seen
'em,
pay
no
attention
I
make
boss
moves
Pay
kings
no
attention
cause
the
cash
rules
Kingpin
I'm
in
on
anything
that
moves
It's
the
Anchorman,
I
deliver
the
bad
news
At
least
a
couple
thousand
in
my
pocket,
no
less
Can't
even
stop
to
take
a
breather
cause
it's
no
rest
Where
I'm
at,
my
position's
what
I
know
best
From
California,
but
I
represent
the
whole
West
Uh,
they
like
god-damn
Who
gives
a
fuck
about
them
blocks,
you
ran
How
you
walk
around
with
choppers
like
it's
I-ran
You
grew
up
in
the
burbs,
you
are
not
the
man
I
was
in
the
kitchen,
pots,
pans
See
I'm
'bout
action,
you
plot,
plan
Pull
up
to
the
spot,
I
stop,
they
scram
Got
'em
out
in
Philly
like
ock's
not
playing
High
definition
like
Com-Cast
Left
Coast
District,
on
smash
I'm
the
next
addition,
just
do
the
math
The
only
missing
link
to
the
movement
was
Fash'
You
can
tell
by
the
bass
that's
A-L-C
Ask
E-V,
I'm
on
my
J-O-B
So
it's
never
a
drought,
fiends
don't
sweat
Eastside,
but
I
represent
the
whole
F
Product
of
them
Grizzly
City
pro-jects
I
get
a
good
sleep
when
my
soul
at
rest
CA
but
I
represent
the
whole
West
Coast
to
the
death,
fuck
you
expect?
It's
the
F
"That
so
you
don't
have
to
wonder
and
try
to
find
out
who
I
am
You
will
see
who
I
am"
"Then
who
are
you?"
I
am
Slow
Flow
that's
controlling
all
these
live
jams
Use
myself
once
again
'til
I'm
tried,
and
Proved,
but
don't
lose,
he
gets
vio-lent
A
starving
student
that
won't
move,
I'm
like
why
not?
Go
to
the
place
then
let
him
ride
out
'til
I'm
high
--
Got
My
name
in
hall
of
fame,
CA
and
I'mma
ride
out
Eyes
open
20/20,
he's
a
white
owl
No
joking,
money
first,
I'm
like
a
tri-band
Cell
phone
on
the
other
side
of
your
land
I'm
programmed,
either
way
I
hold
my
own
cam
And
film,
ain't
no
fucking
stand
I
bought
my
own
land
Still
never
ran
and
never
will,
god-damn
Never
gonna
knock
me
off
my
throne,
Plan
B
is
not
an
option
I'm
a
grown
man
Known
for
moving
weight,
so
I'm
pro-grams
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