[Evidence]
  Yo, accept defeat as I drop after the heat
  Don't provoke, come fully equipped
  Daggered and Cloak
  So what you wanna do?
  I came in bumpin Jack of Spades
  You came in wit Two of Hearts by Stacey Q?
  Femine is your drumtracks, one hat no rise
  My DJ's in the shadows, I perform, show my soul side
  To the audience, programmed intelligent
  Active ingredient, balance, find the medium
  It rains, let it hail, don't front my shit is ill
  Tomorrow's on your voice mail, digest it like a pill
  Lost my jones for cigarettes, my lungs ain't charred
  Yo my sentences are full, I average eight words per bar
  Babs, forgive em, they know not what they doin
  They built for themselves, that's why they places lay in ruins
  Yo, isn't it funny how these cats lack the basics?
  Like rhymin on time, four four ?the serve's by Asics?
  
  *Cuts by Babu*
  "Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
  And when my pen hits the paper" [Big Daddy Kane]
  "Who's the man in the hot seat?" [Grand Puba]
  "Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit"
  "I'm the authentic poet to get lyrical" [Kane]
  "Ideas start to hit, and when my pen hits the paper"
  "Who's the man in the hot seat?"
  "Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
  And when my hit hits the paper"
  "Who's the man in the hot seat"
  
  [Evidence]
  Yo this seat's reserved for one
  Of course matches my ticket stub
  Escorted properly, your game bored/board like Monopoly
  My satiety limit is twenty minutes
  I blow more trees than Louie Freese, this flow's inifinite
  Cadence, pocket, lesson, structure
  Been rhymin nine years, my dedication pass peers
  Skill level break the beat up, no time for my feet up
  No relaxing, I keep it movin like DeNiro in Taxi
  Driver, my name's Mike, Ev when I get hyper
  Emergency, man down, who shot the sniper?
  Yo I seen you in the crowd, arms crossed,
  I know you heard of me (Stop frontin)
  The show is hot, I get props from the security
  Raisin levels of expectancy
  Yeah your shit is tight, you think it's ABB quality?
  I don't think so, aiyyo Ben grab the fish net
  Take em to the pier and throw em off at sunset
  After the heat
  
  "Aww shit" [Kane] *Cut up by Babu*
  
  "Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
  And when the pen hits the paper"
  "Who's the man in the hot seat"
  "Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit"
  "I'm the authentic poet to get lyrical"
  "Ideas start to hit, and when the pen hits the paper"
  "Who's the man in the hot seat"
  "Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
  And when the pen hits the paper, aww shit"