Believe In Me (featuring Res)

"Who is that?...WHOOOO!"
 "Why don't you climb on board - AND BELIEVE IN ME?" [-- Richard Pryor
 I sit alone in my four-cornered room starin at Pro-Tools
 You got to belieeeeeeve in something...
 Why not believe in me?
 Yeah, I'm back with that hop and schemin the plot
 See what you got, never stop; timeless, no hands on my clock
 Impossible to flop, I'm from that flip when it's hot
 On the block, fuck the world 'til I shut down shop (oh!)
 I'm on a hunt to find the best in the invitation (E-V)
 Rap's my parking lot, don't need no validation (it's crazy)
 I'm hearin it clear, 20/20 vision when they start to listen
 And see what I say to the point where it's written
 In stone; I'm not the only one with the ace - he ain't alone
 Got two in different suits, my hand ain't thrown
 I save the best for the time when the rest is tired (y'kno)
 Invest in my own, my lows now higher (wow)
 From a bird's-eye point now my views got wiser
 And up close and personal, my buzz caught fire
 To the point where I spit this, it set off sirens
 And fire hydrants, the rap tyrant - believe in me
 These other MCs' sell they dreams
 First LP, move units switch their stead
 I tell 'em all, "Don't bother" (NO!) - The cat you love today
 Gonna be a different rapper tommorrow - ha ha
 You got to belieeeeeeve in something... (Yeah, uh)
 Why not believe in me?
 (E-V, the best of what the West is
 Fresh, middle finger up, fuck the rest)
 You got to belieeeeeeve in something... (Yeah)
 Why not believe in me?
 (Uh, myself and I, 'til the day I die
 Here to lead not to get behind, yeah)
 Name's official, game not competition
 I'm sayin they start to listen, aim plus ammunition
 Game I start spittin, rain I start liftin
 Umbrellas up, here comes the pain right with it (oh!)
 Never lose touch, never lose sight
 Never lose sight of my moms, since she been gone things ain't been right
 Shit ain't been on, she lost that fight
 Still I stay strong every night
 Tour all year long, don't love to fly
 Lost my fear, catch that flight
 It's to the point of no return, I'm third degree burn
 (None compared to her) New season
 Time to dead ya character
 My weed use is prevalent, minority report
 It's the orgy of Evidence (crazy!)
 Always felt that's somethin thats' to be said for friends (yeah)
 And always say what I feel 'til I make my point relevant (it's real)
 Y'all musta lost ya grip (y'kno!)
 Thinkin I got gassed, lost to love and do what these labels tellin us
 Man, it's plain to see, I rep the streets
 Seven days a week, you got.
 Evidence (Yeah, yeah, yeah...)"