Journalist 103 - Evil Eye Lyrics

Lyrics Evil Eye - Journalist 103



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In the midst of the blunt smoke
Younguns politicking and pack toast
Tryin' to get G's no lactose
I ain't claimin' to seen it all, but I've seen a lot and upclose
Learned the definition of cutthroats
Had to learn the smell of the crack smoke, one hit and you're gone
Lose your life in pursuit of the white ghost
Family support was an all low
Since your boy wasn't getting dough I was treated like Sambo
So I get lost in the beat like Poltergeist
So know I speak facts whenever I say I'm nice
Grew up bumping Cold as ice and
Paparazzi, authentic rapper, far from a carbon copy
Today's youth is going kamikaze, drowning and seeing they old bud [?]
War with the devil's army, it's time to get your weight up
Strap up your boots and come fight beside me
Illuminati got my mind, soul and my body
Secret society, try to keep their eye on me
That's why I try to keep the iron on me
Cuz I know every step I take the evil eyes on me
All I do is party and sip Bacardi
[?] it's unrealistic got receipt at age 40
Trying to live a grime story
Instead of learning our self-worth,
Reaching high and tryin' to live a life of glory
You niggas bore me, claiming that your life gory
The turnaround of where skirt niggas mad corny
Your rhymes grocer than a fag orgy
You should do us all a favor and just take the bag and groceries
I get right with the mic devices
The bar set pose less of a threat than the ebola virus
My advice is, pay homage, learn who the nicest
Study the graph so you can cause a crisis
Proper movement, culture for the inner city
It's much bigger than making money this grind gritty
There's no pity for the weak shown
Staying true to my roots with the micphone to smash clones




Journalist 103 - Battle for the Hearts and Minds
Album Battle for the Hearts and Minds
date of release
28-10-2016




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