Dilated Peoples: Reservation for one

[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"