Exhibit A

Yo
Fuck with me
If you can
Ya
Uh

[Verse 1]

We bring that rap back
We bring that wack shit out back to the shack
And then stab that, multiple times
Painted better than mine
A couple people told me I’d be better off being a little more kind
Ha, fuck ‘em
I take my nuts out of my hands and tell the world to suck them
I got tired of being stuck, a mountain up to nothing
My rhymes are the only reason I equated out to something
I sup and sip a Canadian club until I’m tucked in
And I can’t get demons out here screaming in my ears
The sound of wicked
(Neph gon’ follow close so you can think that you won’t miss it)
The visions, to explicit
Real life, hoping it isn’t
So I’m taking this knife to cut out your gizzards
Bitches, scratching together these lyrics whenever my tongue itches
Get the chitter chatter, I hear some hisses
I know a bunch wishes on my fucking downfall
But you’ll never see me or my shadow like a groundhog

[Hook]

I said, move get out of the way
I’m coming through with the evidence
Come examine exhibit A
You and the jury gon’ have ample time to deliberate
Let me give it to you straight though
When you hear it, better lay low

Move get out of the way
I’m coming through with the evidence
Come examine exhibit A
He goes by the name of Neph
Walkman around his neck
Its press play to live, press stop and that’s your last day
Pray, uh

[Vocal Sample]
When this misery was
When this misery was over
A hundred other miseries exactly like this one will be awaiting you

[Verse 2]

Battle Axe the movement, steadily show improvement
I’m keeping the coast alive, when I talk its bombing fluid
Rise the golden army, armed to the teeth
Never defeated, but I’m on repeat. Hold onto your seat
Neph, I’m up next. IPad raps, relapse of reading back my text
Fuck it, I can’t help but flex my biceps (I do)
Growing up on the island used to have me prone to violence
Bad dreams when I sleep so I try not to close my eyelids
Splattered, leave you scattered, swing my axe like Hank Darren
Better batter bloody cats like the red baron
Double propeller, rotary flow, leave you chopped like tartar
Chase you down with some hard bar
It’s the new world order
Prince of my city, bet he’s calling me Ali Ababwa
Ride the magic carpet, hop off it ‘cause I’m a martyr
Fuck it, got a parachute, pull it. Yo, what’s a bullet to a fucking flying star
To fuck with BAX, yeah you wanna

[Hook]

I said, move get out of the way
I’m coming through with the evidence
Come examine exhibit A
You and the jury gon’ have ample time to deliberate
Let me give it to you straight though
When you hear it, better lay low

Move get out of the way
I’m coming through with the evidence
Come examine exhibit A
He goes by the name of Neph
Walkman around his neck
Its press play to live, press stop and that’s your last day
Pray, uh