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Evidence Perfect Storm

, breaks it down perfect form I'm a king with a crown full of perfect thorns Lookin at Halle Berry, that's a perfect storm [Chorus] [Madchild:] I went

, breaks it down perfect form I'm a king with a crown full of perfect thorns Lookin at Halle Berry, that's a perfect storm [Chorus] [Madchild:] I went

Who won the covenant role, based on a nationwide poll? For the grip tells told and rap scrolls Perfect pitch for language that's built within Where half

same place since back in stone age This is my main stage I owe the whole space Take it for free babes don't wait in vain chase The slow center of the storm

the perfect sign to slit your throat, and bury your ass where no one can find you with my mask on, my paths leave no evidence black gloves black scarf

[C.I.] Yeah, ha (B.K.) C.I. (okay?) Yo You ever rolled up in a convenience store with a forty-four and told the cashier to drop to the floor? But you

What is this?" It's Evidence mixing pleasure with my business My sound describing color, between green and purple Then I walked through a wall and drew a perfect

perfect sign to slit your throat, and bury your ass where no one can find you with my mask on, my paths leave no evidence black gloves black scarf crept