Conejo - Evil Whispers lyrics

I blow shit up en toda la zona
Then I rock more dope
For you to serve on the corner
The cash come in like a speedball loaded
Police corruption, got the pigs unloading
It's a painful price, what a life we live
Catapult me to the spot
Where the spirit's live
This a potent dose, with a sour note
Ese homicidal thoughts and my brain evolve
From the slums I rose, to heavy rotation
The streets fucken saying
That I kill on location
Get your bars up, is what I'm trying to say
Coke money was the making of the devil's play
Hell's highway, post up and toking
Another crime story gun barrel smoking
I ain't joking, shit as real as it get
It's like the fucken the notorious set
Evil whispers hey check this out homie
Let me get at you real quick evil whispers
Let me put something in your ear
Peep game though evil whispers
It's hard to trust anybody these days
One day they cool and one day they not
Evil whispers
I'm the one that fucking whisper
Evil shit in your ear

I said don't cross the line
You ain't welcome here
Muthafuckers get clapped
You ain't no one to fear you talking husky
While I'm out here hustling
On some real ass shit, I'm like an AK busting
LA represent that prison ink
C-O-N want the world and everything up in it
West Adams, you know them blocks
So place your bets cause you will get shot
Homie smoked out music
Don't get caught in this web
I cast a curse, with my ballpoint pen
All of them, ese be my soldiers
Sniper on the roof, clean house I told you
You don't listen, this is magics money
While you hating in the back
And acting funny
I give a sign, and killers come from behind
Slash your neck, then I leave in my ride
Evil whispers
It's like Oprah been talking to the feds
And she smiling like it's all good
Evil whispers
It's like muthafuckers like that
Were born like that
Ain't nothing gonna change 'em evil whispers
These snakes is everywhere homie
You just gotta recognize who they are
Evil whispers
I'm the one that fucking whisper
Evil shit in your ear

The streets tremble
They call 'em Norman Bates
He's psycho on the beats
When he dig through the crates
The cross fire, that's a warrant for death
One missed called from the devil in hell
Evil entity's in the octagon
I solidify my hold, then drop the bomb
And my words, is straight from the gutter
I reach for the nine, and make it stutter
Put it back in the box
Where I had it stashed
That's another gang story, about my past
Extreme condition, I'm having visions
Of vatos getting whacked
For showing weakness
In the system, is where I fucking lost it
Hit the fucking streets so
Quick and bossed it
Then I flossed it, jealousy in the air
From the snitches in the gang
That don't play fair evil whispers
Sometimes you ain't even gotta take 'em out
Life takes 'em out evil whispers
So try to stay balanced
On this poisonous path evil whispers
You gotta be wise and not
Like them other foos just talking a good one
Evil whispers
I'm the one that fucking whisper
Evil shit in your ear