Evidence - Pick a Number lyrics

Oh boy, so this what you been waitin' for huh? Well here he is [Defari] I'm off the chain Like runaway slaves with gauges My life had to change, so I broke through the cages Faced the nation, lyrics for you sh**ty critics Bottle of whiskey, you stressed man Herut be sippin' it Open the gates, get it on don't hesitate Stompin' like King Kong n***a, from the Golden State Holdin' weight in the Pacific-10 Conference You f**in' wit Defari man, you f**in' wit a monster Big rhymes, big shows, big sponsors So big, sometimes I think my name is Swanson But it's not, it's O.G. Dwayne Johnson With diamond cut rhymes that be costin' when I floss 'em I beat the papers and the blocks for new stocks A blue faced watch, full of rocks and new socks And new draws, Big Daddy like Lou ???? The style that I kick move sh** like U-Haul I'm givin' back what you lack, and that's that These square n***as wack, look at that, and that's that Los Angeles, see a fake dude, dismantle him Snatch him off his high horse of course de-saddle him Why battle him? this n***a silly, geeky, garbage Prankster and fool I drop a j**el of knowledge Went to school through college, a ?????????? abolish Defari, a cold guy with a style that's polished Like Sepulveda and Venice car wash The street star stop, blow a blunt Game's choppin', tall cans pop I beat the streets and the blocks where birds flock These pretty little b**hes wanna jump and bump co*ks So four fingers up - make sure the two's cross (West Coast!) The West Coast gotta make room for a new boss Odds & Evens huh? Defari, the new ablum huh? Aye, give us some more, can ya? [Defari] Toss around your mind when I rhyme Advance with k**er lines, come and get it it's dinner time They hungry for more and more words that I spit From ex-tended clip, with an AK-47 back kick Back flip quick from multiple hits you ba*tard You've entered a world of a n***a who came to smash it I've had it up to here with you silly cats I'm twistin' a Philly bat, and sportin' a new L.A. fitted cap A tall can, leave me alone with your small plans I'm holdin' a family, you a small man little kid You just a little big, I be wit official n**s See basically you not built for this See I be k**in' these streets Like big trucks on 22's, and 21's, plenty rum the style that I use Twenty tons, many guns - collapse your flimsy lungs Flimsy tongue, y'all relic n***as done Defari you somethin' else baby I can't wait to hear the rest Odds & Evens baby..