Rework the Angles

[Intro: Scratching] *Dilated Peoples* *Dilated Peoples* *Dilated Peoples* *Dilated Peoples* [Verse 1: A.G.] Check it out now I work the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket Electrifying like a light socket Hit 'em with all flavours, yup We trynna be neighbours with pro ball players, I'm talking papers Or keep it realer, and see me on an Iron Caterpillar On point like a killer, plus ready, to deliver Type gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it Critics dig my style cause I write different, no hype I just kick it, lowlifes, they wanna get it I shine like the ice when I hold mics, everytime Got every dime, saying this nigga's nice, you know what? They so right, you get stuck, I'll go twice Lit it up when I blow mics [Verse 2: Evidence] Sharp and precise, require sacrifice That's no hassle, the master got more loops than lassos Y'all hear me? They all conspiracy theories Worthless, like testing Ev defeats the purpose Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women Breakbeats and windmills on concrete Covered by cardboard, seafloor to skyline Bottom line, in rhyme, yo, put in time you shine That's right sometimes I get so hyped I feel like Diamond D, the best producer on the mic I aced this, most punchlines are tasteless Regular, average, mediocre, makeshift To all my DJ's, with skills you got a lotta This ain't on your mixtape, yo, it could've been hotter The method in this game they'll have you drained and strangled Don't go to them, let them come to you, and work the angles [Verse 3: Defari] Don't sleep on, I leave your knee torn, like Seehorn Liquid MC storm, like Children of the Corn, a wild freeform Of energy, mentally fit to last a century Like centuries, one double zero translate to victories You kidding me, me? Come wack, that's not my history Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember misery Lyrically, it's getting out of control Work the angles 'round the globe, from North to South Pole It's so cold that MC's catch pneumonia I'm airborne, from L.A. to Barcelona I rock heads from Pomona out the Bronx Drop the sure needle contact, now watch me launch DJ's, you juggling, that means I'm bubbling Defari on the remix fix, this shit is thundering Picture me fumbling or dropping the ball That's like picturing Guy without that nigga Aaron Hall [Outro: Scratching] *Dilated Peoples* *Dilated Peoples* *Dilated Peoples* *Dilated Peoples*