Rework The Angles Lyrics - Xzibit

* also featured on sway and king tech's "this or that" 

[a.g.] 

Check it out now 

I work the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket 

Electrifying like a live socket 

Hit em with all flavors, yup 

We tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin papers 

Or keep it realer, and see me on a iron caterpillar 

On point like a killer, plus ready, to deliver 

Type gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it 

Critics dig my style cause I write different, no hype 

I just kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get it 

I shine like the ice when I hold mics, everytime 

Got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know what? 

They so right, you get stuck, I'll go twice 

Lit it up when I blow mics 

[evidence] 

Show mic precise, require sacrifice 

That's no hassle, the master got more loops than lassos 

Y'all hear me? they all conspiracy theories 

Worthless, like testing ev' defeats the purpose 

Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women 

Breakbeats and windmills on concrete 

Covered by cardboard, seafloor to skyline 

Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine 

That's right sometimes I get so hyped 

I feel like diamond d the best producer on the mic 

I aced this -- most punchlines are tasteless 

Regular, average, mediocre, makeshift 

To all my dj's, with skills you got a lotta 

This ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta 

The method in this game they'll have you drained and strangles 

Don't go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles 

[defari] 

Don't sleep on, I leave your knee torn, like sehorn 

Liquid mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform 

Of energy, mentally fit to last a century 

Like centuries, one double-zero translate to victories 

You kiddin me me? come wack that's not my history 

Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember +misery+? 

Lyrically you're skatin out of control 

Work the angles 'round the globe, from newark to south pole 

It's so cold that mc's catch pneumonia 

I'm airborne, from l.a. to barcelona 

I rock heads from pomona out the bronx 

Drop the sure needle contact, now watch me launch 

Dj's, you jugglin, that means I'm bubblin 

Defari on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin 

Picture me fumblin or droppin the ball 

That's like picturin guy without that nigga aaron hall 

[iriscience] 

Well if a brother gets the best of me 

Ain't no use in sniveling and blaming the referee 

Fuck that, I strip the mic with tenacous d 

Kick it up to evidence, yo kick it out to me! 

Line up the three, trifecta stroked properly 

Rocca, I work the angles triple opticly 

The hip-hop multi-beat real monopoly 

My g is god, what's your g for, geometry? 

This man of war beats cold on the seashore 

An deeo enough to take it to the sea floor 

Every single beat bangs like a c-4 

We drop beats, why you asking what the beat for? 

The spitfire fighter dilated entity 

I'm learning shockers like shockra building energy 

While barbershops sipping henny like the kennedy's 

I'm always been independent, that's word to beni b 

It's guaranteed 

[xzibit] 

Make t-shirts and slingshots, I bust khakis out, bounce to the weed spot 

Naturally, me and my faculty never play with this 

I used to love h.e.r. too, but now I fucking hate the bitch 

She's sucking up to all the niggas with the chains and whips 

But that's alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent 

And keep it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool 

Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole corwd move 

Towards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you dilated 

Hotter than satan, the repeated parole violations 

Xzibit work the angles, cordless to dirty angels 

How the west was won: with microphones and turntables