Текст песни Evil Eye - Journalist 103
Uh.
Yeah.
Uh...
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
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