Wit Da Evilz

4th Disciple

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    [Intro: Boom]
    My city, incarcerated Wit Da Evilz
    No doubt
    Yo, yo, explosion.. Boom!
    Yo..

    [Boom]
    Times and days, brothers is on their own, some nights blown
    Some of them method to blow chrome, a common home
    From the P-Now, when P-O keep a tab on your style
    Seein if your piss is foul
    And daily thoughts on theme of madness on the block
    Watchin to who you sell rocks, his mouth talk
    And glocks rocks your motherfuckin cradle
    As shit gets fatal and tombstones get labelled
    A nigga live for the ice or makin G's off the dice
    And too many pimps and hoes, this is '98 life
    And cribs is gettin infiltrated from Peru
    And cops is gettin bust and left in the blood pool
    The city sense be hard to tame, junkies on the block shootin heron
    And 'cane in their vain, who's to blame?
    My generation, my generation..

    My city incarcerated Wit Da Evilz

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    [Science]
    Now test the programmer, ridicule the slander
    Because I'm not vulgar, over and under dagger
    Laughed in the face of danger
    It was predicted now it's obselete
    Be conquestable by a small caliber heat
    Satisfy the street wars
    When anger's beyond the clouds and ocean floors
    I play through you if ain't lucky, so play your cards
    I play the law and nature with a rapture
    Hands above the collar bone so the snakes can't slither home
    Do you see the outcome?
    Beware where outcome cries deadly fury
    On head aches could leave you weightless like calestetics
    Cuz I'm a star, filmed in the mental picture
    Strikin the weak like a pitcher
    To come against me you gotta be drinkin courage by the pitcher
    I kill your lecture and especially the extra, extra
    Read all about it, how your soundin knocked you out your outfit
    Leave you naked with the Clark's rule over your mind
    Cuz you pledged allegiance to perfect attendance
    Pay attention and cooperation for a nation unlike you who don't like you
    But you choose to aim your fully-automatic static at my attic
    Why?

    Incarcerted Wit Da Evilz

    [Boom]
    Firestorm swarm and combine with the evil territory
    Terror tells a whole story, summer time flurries
    With a timed sun, heat up the climates to 101 degrees
    Braincells bleed from the mental damage
    Black Gods get on justice like Johnny Gamage
    A strong nation.. (Incarcerated Wit Da Evilz)
    My city, incarcerated Wit Da Evilz

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