Evidence, Krondon - Bad Publicity lyrics
[Evidence, Krondon - Bad Publicity lyrics]
You can still find Ev on the block
Somewhere between a hard place and a rock
My dresser draw gun under the socks
Nothing fun about shooting one
But summer is hot
Hey young world Slick Rick is still the ruler
Go follow these dopes if you
Broke to the jeweller
(Don't follow these dopes)
I'm an artist getting something
Out of fucking tubas
Real MacGyver making something out
Of something useless
I'm done with proving myself to
People I never met, a new rule in it'self
Remind me not to forget
No reinvented my name
I would have did a long time
Ago if I wanted fame
Ain't relying on no claim to fame
Just more bangers
No more strangers, only Chuck Strangers
The older I get, the less that I speak
I do my dirt, by my lonely I creep
I've been living in a bubble
Don't make me bust yours
You settle for less, I settle the score
Sure as waves at the shore and
Two and two is four
I've been eating all my life
And still hunger for more
I'm from the coast (Yes, I'm gifted)
Yeah, here's a toast
Toward a step of what I want to become
Shed so much skin the old Michael is done
And everything I stood for is waging it's war
I miss the road when I'm at
Home and miss home on tour
Lying to myself to say I ain't changed
I ain't trying to play stupid
Saying I ain't aged i earned the right to be
Hated in the worst way
Happy belated, go shawty it's your birthday
I'm from a city called this
Is not your birth place
Motherfuckers just landing round
In first base
I should have said it in the first place
Pack my bags I brought the worst case
Before the traffic, good city mad kid
Half like Mike plus half Like from Pac Div
I've been living in a bubble
Don't make me bust yours
You settle for less, I settle the score
Sure as waves at the shore and
Two and two is four
I've been eating all my life
And still hunger for more
I've got a slow flow because he is vicious
A rolling stone ain't home
Like Keith Richards
I'm out my lane, swerving on the shoulder
An alcoholic flow bumping 21 & Over
I know what to write way before I say it
Sometimes it ain't so bright but
I still lay it down
It gets busy known in this town and still
Put on for a city when nobody's around
Venice Beach til I die, tell a friend bitch
(Bitch) i've been sharp between the years
And my friends rich
I stay connected in places
Respected by faces
I make hit's and steal consecutive bases
There's no such thing as bad publicity
Who's fucking with my clique
Click clack literally
I make a beat, grab a mic and spit acidity
Venice Beach until I split to Venice, Italy
I've been living in a bubble
Don't make me bust yours
You settle for less, I settle the score
Sure as waves at the shore and
Two and two is four
I've been eating all my life
And still hunger for more
Somewhere between a hard place and a rock
My dresser draw gun under the socks
Nothing fun about shooting one
But summer is hot
Hey young world Slick Rick is still the ruler
Go follow these dopes if you
Broke to the jeweller
(Don't follow these dopes)
I'm an artist getting something
Out of fucking tubas
Real MacGyver making something out
Of something useless
I'm done with proving myself to
People I never met, a new rule in it'self
Remind me not to forget
No reinvented my name
I would have did a long time
Ago if I wanted fame
Ain't relying on no claim to fame
Just more bangers
No more strangers, only Chuck Strangers
The older I get, the less that I speak
I do my dirt, by my lonely I creep
I've been living in a bubble
Don't make me bust yours
You settle for less, I settle the score
Sure as waves at the shore and
Two and two is four
I've been eating all my life
And still hunger for more
I'm from the coast (Yes, I'm gifted)
Yeah, here's a toast
Toward a step of what I want to become
Shed so much skin the old Michael is done
And everything I stood for is waging it's war
I miss the road when I'm at
Home and miss home on tour
Lying to myself to say I ain't changed
I ain't trying to play stupid
Saying I ain't aged i earned the right to be
Hated in the worst way
Happy belated, go shawty it's your birthday
I'm from a city called this
Is not your birth place
Motherfuckers just landing round
In first base
I should have said it in the first place
Pack my bags I brought the worst case
Before the traffic, good city mad kid
Half like Mike plus half Like from Pac Div
I've been living in a bubble
Don't make me bust yours
You settle for less, I settle the score
Sure as waves at the shore and
Two and two is four
I've been eating all my life
And still hunger for more
I've got a slow flow because he is vicious
A rolling stone ain't home
Like Keith Richards
I'm out my lane, swerving on the shoulder
An alcoholic flow bumping 21 & Over
I know what to write way before I say it
Sometimes it ain't so bright but
I still lay it down
It gets busy known in this town and still
Put on for a city when nobody's around
Venice Beach til I die, tell a friend bitch
(Bitch) i've been sharp between the years
And my friends rich
I stay connected in places
Respected by faces
I make hit's and steal consecutive bases
There's no such thing as bad publicity
Who's fucking with my clique
Click clack literally
I make a beat, grab a mic and spit acidity
Venice Beach until I split to Venice, Italy
I've been living in a bubble
Don't make me bust yours
You settle for less, I settle the score
Sure as waves at the shore and
Two and two is four
I've been eating all my life
And still hunger for more