Conejo - The Devils Inside lyrics

I made the news, I was on Fox 11
Saying I was on the run for a One Eight Seven
US Marshalls, they deployed on me
They just got a lead, I'm in the NYC
And down inside with the terror cell
ATF move in on the gates of hell
This two swat fail, trying to get me tail
Ese shit got hot so I had to bail
And I just got back from the ATL
Won't mention no names but
I'm supplying them well
Wrapped up, so them dogs don't smell 'em
I'm a leave it up to you
I'm a convicted felon
But they say I'm like the CIA
For bringing work to the ghetto
Where them devils play
(Oh why did I have to cause you pain) brat!
I fucking sprayed your crew
Ese I don't give a fuck you
Know I smoke a few

The devil's inside the devil's inside
The devil's inside my heart
The devil's inside the devil's inside
The devil's inside my heart
Leading my mind astray
Twisting everything I say! How can I fight
The devil inside my heart

The Feds got involved when
I crossed state lines
Came through the check point
My bitch pushing the ride
Ese twenty DEAs want to find the camp
But they stuck on the ass
So they told us to pass
One point five in the fucking stash
Mothafucker do the math
Went through it back to back
You get snatched and never seen again
Conejo be the reaper, rhyme flow get deeper
Cause who in the game done it quite like I?
(No one can do it better)
I think for a second, no one quite like I
Gots to kill me twice, gotta cap in the night
Apocalypse now, I put them city lights out
I bang on lames and make
Their artist look soft
Expose every single one for nothing
More than a front
I lit chronic blunts and blew
The smoke in their face
West LA was the place where I caught my case

It's like 2 High say
Gang banging's tradition
The block steady plotting while
Your partners is dropping
The Feds copping, ese the new LP
The new CD is for the felons like me
The streets want to know what's
The harps with Rabbs
Collabos with the G is custom
Made for the gangs
The realist and it's been recognized
Homie any record droppin sixteen
With my squad
They ask why, cause I'm willing to ride
In this world full of sin
Where I'm whipping this white
In the killing field of dreams
Vatos ain't what they seem
My homies caught one, he put down on his team
Is what I mean, it's already foreseen
Ese vatos full of scheme
Putting thoughts were it be
That's how we breath, in this city of mine
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