Music Song Lyrics

Filthy Lyrics

f/ Evidence, DJ Babu<br />
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*Cuts by Babu*<br />
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(Babu)<br />
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&quot;Filthy--filthy from the ground on up&quot; 3x<br />
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&quot;Filthy--filthy--filthy....&quot;<br />
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[Encore]<br />
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Steppin into the next level<br />
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Adjacent to my main man leavin, uneven steps amongst the wasteland<br />
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Kickin joints wit ballpoint pestilance<br />
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Takin you through desolate zones through mic-phones<br />
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Wit eyes like that of a cyclone<br />
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So it don't matter what pad you write on<br />
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You better off writin home to ma duke<br />
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? jukes loose like the sweetness<br />
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On some devious, distinguished, verbally leaders<br />
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[Evidence]<br />
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Yo treat us wit respect, for the boomerang effect<br />
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Is in existence, don't get too close, I keep my distance<br />
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For instance, the clones who put out records for loanes<br />
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And gassed egos and videos rhymin on phones<br />
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Blue and yellow make green, I'm airtight<br />
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I write wit stocktips on black with off-white<br />
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I'm good wit secrets, but with lighters, never trust us<br />
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Cat who's forever in debt to Blockbusters<br />
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&quot;Filthy--filthy from the ground on up&quot;<br />
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&quot;Encore&quot; &quot;Evidence, I'm bringin it&quot;<br />
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&quot;Filthy--filthy from the ground on up&quot;<br />
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&quot;When I plan my attack, I doubt that you're ready&quot;<br />
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[Evidence]<br />
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Yo sharp and precise, lays a gamma knife<br />
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To your mental, fry your brain to vegetables for Emeril<br />
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Cook the hot shit, armlock the drop kick<br />
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The Main Event, Work The Angles, Triple Optic<br />
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Evidence, more loosely to the fact<br />
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Yo I gain self-esteem by esteemable acts<br />
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Back wit the axe and slice tracks in half<br />
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Slice you down to particles, yo shorty get the mask<br />
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Feel the bass at your feet, the treble's at your face<br />
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Yo Kurt EQ's the midrange to wrap around your waist<br />
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Yo I blow spots hot, volcano lava rock<br />
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Molten metal, full throttle on the pedal *tires screech*<br />
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Create, hit the weed, cover a song<br />
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Is how rappers get down and the reason shit is wrong<br />
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Those who wear out the welcome to me are straight femmes<br />
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Name is Evidence in English, and Evidence in French<br />
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I get filthy!<br />
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&quot;Filthy from the ground on up&quot;<br />
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&quot;Evidence&quot; &quot;Encore&quot; &quot;I keep it hotter than the next&quot;<br />
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&quot;Filthy--filthy from the ground on up&quot;<br />
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&quot;When I plan my attack, I doubt that you're ready&quot;<br />
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&quot;Filthy from the gr-gr-ground on up&quot;<br />
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&quot;Encore&quot; &quot;Wit Evidence and Babs&quot;<br />
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&quot;Filthy--filthy from the ground on up&quot;<br />
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&quot;When I plan my attack, I doubt that you're ready&quot;<br />
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[Encore]<br />
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Wit each speed I explore<br />
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Still shitty metaphore an'<br />
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'Core keeps you open like a door picked wit the porchnit<br />
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Bring like heroes to courtship, I treat it like a cheap trick<br />
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Hit it raw dog, abort the kids whotry to be us<br />
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See this camp ain't for you champ<br />
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Don't understand how these rappers get pampered<br />
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By lazy asses, abusin food stamps<br />
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They tossin shit like loose scrap<br />
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Dudes rap, get used once, too many bodies on em, anybody want em?<br />
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If so, come in, plummet to the depths of the soul<br />
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No evidence of rest, impressin, it's just breath control<br />
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Black as coal, ?provomic? diamond studded<br />
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See verbally I'm iced down, too heavy and sharp to lug it<br />
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Yo hip hop's lone Rolling Stone wit no known offspring so<br />
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Biters are bastards, clones get played like The Masters<br />
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After bust, then Ev hook the beat up<br />
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To Roc like Raida, wit face that's E'd up<br />
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To futuristic gift of glock lasers, top praises as I set it<br />
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Dunns get stunned wit phonetics<br />
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Hey, my taser weighs a ton<br />
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(Yo make em run, 'Core)<br />
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What for, they'd rather stand still<br />
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They still feel the cold kill up in 6-1-thrill, still filthy<br />
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&quot;Filthy from the ground on up&quot;<br />
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&quot;When I plan my attack, I doubt that you're ready&quot; *both lines 3x*<br />
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&quot;Filthy from the ground on up&quot; *cut and scratched to end*<br />
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&quot;Yeah baby, yeah&quot; [Austin Powers]