Bad Publicity - Evidence, Krondon

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 itself

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 that 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 hits 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