* also featured on Sway and King Tech's "This or That"
 [A.G.]
 Check it out now
 I work the angles like  off the cushion in the sidepocket
 Electrifying like a live socket
 Hit em with all flavors  yup
 We tryin to be neighbords with pro ballplayers  I'm talkin papers
 or keep it realer  and see me on a 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, low-lifes, they wanna get it
 I shine like the ice when I hold mics, everytime
 got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know what?
 They so right, you get stuck, I'll go twice
 Lit it up when I blow mics

 [Evidence]
 Show mic 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 coulda been hotta
 The method in this game they'll have you drained and strangles
 Don't go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles

 [Defari]
 Don't sleep on, I leave your knee torn, like Sehorn
 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 kiddin me me? Come wack that's not my history
 Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember  Misery ?
 Lyrically you're skatin out of control
 Work the angles 'round the globe, from Newark 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 jugglin, that means I'm bubblin
 Defari on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin
 Picture me fumblin or droppin the ball
 That's like picturin Guy without that nigga Aaron Hall

 [Iriscience]
 Well if a brother gets the best of me
 Ain't no use in sniveling and blaming the referee
 Fuck that, I strip the mic with tenacous D
 Kick it up to Evidence, yo kick it out to me!
 Line up the three, trifecta stroked properly
 Rocca, I work the angles triple opticly
 The hip-hop multi-beat real monopoly
 My G is God, what's your G for, geometry?
 This man of war beats cold on the seashore
 An deeo enough to take it to the sea floor
 Every single beat bangs like a C-4
 We drop beats, why you asking what the beat for?
 The Spitfire fighter Dilated entity
 I'm learning shockers like Shockra building energy
 While barbershops sipping Henny like the Kennedy's
 I'm always been independent, that's word to Beni B
 It's guaranteed

 [Xzibit]
 Make T-shirts and slingshots, I bust khakis out, bounce to the weed spot
 Naturally, me and my faculty never play with this
 I Used to Love H.E.R. too, but now I fucking hate the bitch
 She's sucking up to all the niggas with the chains and whips
 But that's alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent
 And keep it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool
 Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole corwd move
 Towards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you Dilated
 Hotter than Satan, the repeated parole violations
 Xzibit work the angles, cordless to dirty angels
 How the West was Won: with microphones and turntables