Evidence - To Be Continued... lyrics
[Evidence - To Be Continued... lyrics]
Ten commandments, twenty-four hours
The thirteenth floor was missing
In the towers
Hm, I thought I shouldn't be here
I stayed an extra day because
They said it’s Leap Year
Who’s the wolf in sheep’s clothing? Fuck it
The rabbit hit the drum and kept going
Each word is the church and minister
Approach, I coerce the listener so listen up
Kickin' park bench rhythms up 'til
I visual a flow
I stay at home sick and visit her
Radio, I visit station nights
It’s kinda like their
Fucking visitation rights
This ain’t the place for my face in lights
I’m pipe driven living in
A fucking shadowless life
I dilate like pay attention
Slow flow just arose when mentioned
I didn’t die lately
I just slept on bed springs
Can’t define people i just see dead things
It ain’t just rap i body ladies in one line
Talking slick to three chicks on
Text at one time my scene shattered words
They left broke in pieces
Lines undone, half uncompleted
To be continued dot dot dot cliff hanger
My life is like I’m scaling a rock
And it’s on
I spit that oxygen fire
Still the illest high
I spit that fly for now and
Feel it when it’s live move the crowd
Got tools for the reddest eyes
Getting cabbage my man until the letters dry
I’m fully up to the task to
Pull the woolie over my face
Into a masked location, don’t even ask
It’s like damn another day in the life
Like keep waking up from the previous night
Vacation, I don’t take it often
I see parking lot stages and
Buses with bunks like coffins
Clear customs with weed in my Levis
The penalty was death but dodged Magnum, PI
What up People, happy Fourth of July
On my street every year they
Fucking light up the sky
I get the beat nothing here
What they want me to write?
From the beach to the block
Still banging at night
The thirteenth floor was missing
In the towers
Hm, I thought I shouldn't be here
I stayed an extra day because
They said it’s Leap Year
Who’s the wolf in sheep’s clothing? Fuck it
The rabbit hit the drum and kept going
Each word is the church and minister
Approach, I coerce the listener so listen up
Kickin' park bench rhythms up 'til
I visual a flow
I stay at home sick and visit her
Radio, I visit station nights
It’s kinda like their
Fucking visitation rights
This ain’t the place for my face in lights
I’m pipe driven living in
A fucking shadowless life
I dilate like pay attention
Slow flow just arose when mentioned
I didn’t die lately
I just slept on bed springs
Can’t define people i just see dead things
It ain’t just rap i body ladies in one line
Talking slick to three chicks on
Text at one time my scene shattered words
They left broke in pieces
Lines undone, half uncompleted
To be continued dot dot dot cliff hanger
My life is like I’m scaling a rock
And it’s on
I spit that oxygen fire
Still the illest high
I spit that fly for now and
Feel it when it’s live move the crowd
Got tools for the reddest eyes
Getting cabbage my man until the letters dry
I’m fully up to the task to
Pull the woolie over my face
Into a masked location, don’t even ask
It’s like damn another day in the life
Like keep waking up from the previous night
Vacation, I don’t take it often
I see parking lot stages and
Buses with bunks like coffins
Clear customs with weed in my Levis
The penalty was death but dodged Magnum, PI
What up People, happy Fourth of July
On my street every year they
Fucking light up the sky
I get the beat nothing here
What they want me to write?
From the beach to the block
Still banging at night