Artist: Dilated Peoples f/ Sick Jacken Album: Directors of Photography Song: L.A. River Drive Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com (w/ help from liner notes) [Intro/Refrain: Evidence] From the time I ride out until the time I'm home I pray for a safe travel, God, while I'm gone [Rakaa Iriscience] Overstanders vs. Overseers, overseas or over here Classic overachiever, holding class for non-believers Hold your pass at will call, biggest +Giants+ will fall Lightning bolt your ear like LT but this ain't football Mid City magic, it's parades after the rat race Wreck the grand marshals buffet until they stack plates Sparking martial arts, heavy metal on the podium Head spinning like Cesar, no cardboard or linoleum Breaking history out the freezer, finding future where the seeds are Roll with Jesus types, knowing these lights can cause a seizure Downtown skyline, 'til the plates shifted Big brain-teaser scriptures, moving major motion pictures Put the night to sleep, then I rise and wake the morning up Study the queen Calafia, California Sprinkle holy water, blessed oil anointed Some rap to spit, some would say a circle is pointless [Chorus: Rakaa Iriscience] ("We live in it so I'ma give it to 'em" <- Lil Fame) Live from L.A. River Drive Where some are happy enough to know they're getting by Where some are at their lowest when they're getting high And others try to wake them up and open up their eyes ("We live in it so I'ma give it to 'em" <- Lil Fame) Where the cold streets are warming up Put the night to sleep when I rise wake the morning up Put the night to sleep when I rise wake the morning up ("We live in it so I'ma give it to 'em" <- Lil Fame) [Refrain] [Evidence] Yeah, they watch our moves, every step becomes the cinema With cameras in the street lights. the city life I live it up Only my notable moments are here for quoting The rest are over, +Gone With the Wind+, it's like the cold is blowing But fuck it, the pen's in motion like my Venice ocean Like my city done switched up but I'm still devoted I ride the coping out, my reputations spoke about a Westsider killing 'til I'm paid in full and bills are folded Damn, it's nothing new like, this the cutting room floor? Picking up a scrap or two less and break the rules more So who's up for being up to something? Used to being nothing, used to be confused but +Ain't No Future in Yo' Frontin'+ Times is hard as fuck like back then when the Carter struck I'm talking New Jack and not a new rap or some artist, look I been different from the coast of the Pacific The shit is scripted, just directors with a vision, what [Chorus + Refrain] [Sick Jacken] Every morning that I get up, wake up thankful that I wasn't set up Blessed with another day, so I bow my head and shut up Cause anything can happen on these streets It don't mean I'm out of reach cause I'm rapping over beats Ask Big, ask Pac, ask pigs, ask blocks Disrespect, ass drop, it don't matter if you have props Enemies I have not, so I don't gotta deal with this Been able to avoid the drama cause I kept it real with it Disregard the negative cause all that shit is relative Sedative with Dilated, Alchemist is editing Rep Los evidently, it's good to be home A microphone some moonshine and I'm in the zone - it's on Concrete and palm tree, constantly we're off-beat Everything I saw today determines how the song be All around the world with this so you can say you saw me And if you didn't know, Double-S got an army, like that~! [Chorus] [Outro: DJ Babu cuts and scratches] "We live in it so I'ma give it to 'em" <- Lil Fame