Way Out - The Alchemist, Evidence, Gangrene

Don’t eat where I shit, still got a pot to piss in

Pull they card, beat the dealer

It’s spellbound like Akeelah, crowd all around me

Dirt under my fingernail anytime my hand is in

Fuck Neo, call me Mister Anderson

They never realize the hand kept givin'

I ain’t afraid of death, I’m afraid of not livin'

They say focus, beauty’s in the eye of the beholder

In the eye of the storm, these little stones turn boulder

They fly hard, not hesitant

I’m the truth, that’s the proof, here go the Evidence

Slow flow you fucks to death with no breath

With no ref, shit’s foul, the wild wild West

The wild wild West, the wild wild West

The wild wild West, the wild wild West

The wild wild West, the wild wild West

The wild wild West, the wild wild West

Yo, I’m from the wild wild West

Tell 'em bow down, fresh to be the next to touch down eternal rest

Where the zombies run around to infest

That’s a lot for one stomach to digest where the sun always sets

Gang lands, old farms get threatened

A lot of fam from the South had to step but carried on with their weapons

In the bad ass Cali, bodies drop, raise up the tally

Gang of bitches gettin' served in the Valley

Got the nerve to not recognize, right up my alley

'Til the ops come and knocks out your family

Rally in the parking lots, I serve more lines than connect the dots

And just like everywhere, we never respect the cops

Fuck the laws, we taking over, show me the gold

Ain’t another place on the globe I would tell you to go

See, ain’t nothin' like home, I’m right in the zone

Where y’all ridin' like clones, tryna hold what caliber knows

The wild wild West, the wild wild West

The wild wild West, the wild wild West

The wild wild West, the wild wild West

The wild wild West, the wild wild West