Dilated Peoples Weed Vs. Beer (You Make The Choice)
* [ Verse One: Evidence ] Yo, never underestimate the next man's greed And never sell ya baseball cards for weed I don't really get upset, so I'm not violent The monotone microphone master, moves in silence I'm nice off the head, and I'm nice off led To some I'm three hours behind, to others I'm one ahead These vocal tones symbolizes confidence mixed with home-grown And such, no fear with the paranoide touch I can intoxicate myself, I hate when I do that Running around acting stupid, saying "True that!" That ain't me, and I know this is true (Come on!) So I just consume the grines and say f..ck the brew [ Verse Two ] f..ck you, it was me on beering unity Hype as f..ck, aiiyo Ev' (wassup?) leave your weed and you look stuck Go ice-o-late yourself, while I throw some back No action speaks louder than my words, verbal attack Peace to Swift and Tash, they mixing beer with hash Yo, I separate the two from experience, they clash I trust my ways and intuition, plus the way I stear When it's time for shows and women f..ck the weed, just beer [ Verse Three: Evidence ] Never underestimate the next man's greed And never sell ya best friend weed with seeds I don't really place 'em peoples in no position The monotone microphone master smokes weed and listens I'm nice off the head, and I'm nice off led To some I'm one hour behind, to others I'm one ahead This vocal tone stands for chaos, and total control Completely outta reach, but hit the potkit on a roll I can intoxicate myself, yo maybe they past the time Yo maybe they kill the pain when there's problems with my guilt Yo, but that ain't me, and I know this is true So I just consume the grines and say f..ck the brew [ Verse Four ] On beer, I come through in the clutch Yo, I see four suckers and blow the f..ck up Yo, go ice-o-late yourself while I throw some back Yea, I'm dangerous as hell, with two Mooseheads in the hatch You can talk-talk-talk, I drink up and have my fun You be the, Jack of all trades; Master Of None I trust my way's direction, I know the way to stear When it's time to party down, f..ck the weed, just beer
