TOUCH OF EVIL (feat. Corwin Gold)

I was way back in the lab
With a pen and a pad
Had to carry then bury the beat
See be very discrete
When you march down the street
With a gun and a drum
Just to bust up the heat
Cause these rappers are martyrs and hungry for beef
Don't get murdered and slaughtered for something you see
As preventing your feat I'm just venting to thee
Something I see on the daily
Shout out to Andre
Put me on stage so I ditch what they all say
Anyway, all day
Hemingway, pen game bearing weight
Industry like to play
lifting up kids and then knocking em down
As if what they saying ain't very profound
Trying to leach off of every new sound
Maybe I'm angry and maybe I'll drown in some sequins
Jesus, shine like a beacon
Back in the hallway, called me a freak then
Ditch what they all say, I'm undefeated
Maybe I'm cocky but I'm in my bag
Been so fly that I get jet lagged
Benzo flow yeah I know y'all whack
Me and OC make the beat sound rad
All this talk now boy just rap
All this talk now boy just rap
Always abide my soul first
Third at bat is net worth
Second my mind before I recline
I gotta make sure that this work
Studio time I missed her
That ain't drip that's a mister
This a picture of that 6 church
Triple S I X worth and I'm gone
Rappers all claim that they god
Yawn I'm practically gone
I practice and then i go on
These villains I feel like i'm bond
Man with the golden gun, Christopher Lee
Mr. T, my demeanor
Ain't no hero's theres just meaner billionaires
Million heir trying to redeem worth
More bars in one brain cell
Than all the bars in your cell
See our country got the most jailed
See the people been the most failed
Feel the touch of evil
See the blood of people that you once loved
Young thugs loading up amo
The flag with the banner somebody come lock up the gun club
We was straight watching the news
See everyone loose
It felt like a gut punch
Me and the homies were riding around
The town different then it once was.
Proud boys and trump thugs
This money came with some bad news and the same blues
See values are what they could sum
Someday but were complacent in negative change
Back and I'm bringing the pain
Max at the minimum wage
Never sold Kane I ain't Orson Welles
No I don't mind what the horoscope tells
Riding the max inciting the track
You say that it's whack and it's prolly for real
Money talk thats a podcast
Say things you going to walk back
Johnny Cash dressed in all black
Ain't a kickback I just sit back
Count three stacks like Andre
We all outcasts, all I'll say on the contrary
Like Kanye get you dropped like it's Adidas
Far from human like a fetus
Hit the reset this ain't recess
It's not a game
I've been sent from heaven just to tell you what is real
You're big kid, you're real big still
Even angels ain't got nothing on you
But they're going to try to take away everything that you knew
You see they told you as a child you the biggest in the sky
But you a man now so get you a glock nine
And let it spray on anyone who ever touch your fucking child
Never think you tough unless you ready to go the extra mile
It don't matter if you free if they serve you like a king
What a bitch to you except a pretty body with a ring
Whats a women if she cant control the life inside her being
Its a right hook like a coat hanger out of need
Out of my book, I would never stop until you free
I would let you James Bond me if you shake another tini
If you a real man put your hands in the sky
Is you a real man is you red no blue or white
Is you beer fizzy, is your gun locked, money right
So you fear god, fear man, does it control your life
So you keep it on you its a mans right defend his house
Put a uppercut gun slap a nazi in his mouth
Proud boys i call the hitler youth
If you ain't a pacifist then who the fuck are you
Fuck ain't nothing new i seen it all its weak shit
They just buying products from producers that precede them
Took ritalin try work and make it seamless
But ain't fit I tore the pockets off my mind the seams ripped
Ive been sent from heaven to tell you heavens ain't real
You're a big kid, get your ego off the rails
Angels manipulated by seven second reels
This ain't the wrong side of heaven its the right side of hell