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*