Evaize - Bob Dylan

I've seen the days go by from the beginning to the end
Too many snakes in my face smiling trying to pretend 
At the end of the day all I got is 16 bars and a pen
Let the onslaught begin and spill blood of the fake
Better to give than take so I'm givin' you scraps from my plate
Dusty raps on a tape, play it at the pearly gates
Wake early and I bake, time for the road to get paved 
This the legacy I gave, peace to the trees I've blazed
That opened the doors for me to enter this realm
But sometimes life becomes too much and I'm overwhelmed 
But that's when I focus precise to get through these hopeless nights
Duckin' the blue lights, forbidden fruits never ripe
Everybody pay the price, that's the lesson to the tale
Everybody scared of trying cause they might fail 
But yo I'm scared of not trying cuz I might prevail
Peace to future me, I got you, I put that on my first sale
Yo I be smoked out chillin' listening to Bob Dylan
Come through the spot lookin' like a James Bond villain
I say what I wanna say I don't care how you feelin'
I'm trying to stack the money from the floor to the ceiling
Livin' daily on a bet while I'm catching a rep
She got a cute face with a fat ass to wreck
Ain't even gotta ask for neck that's utmost respect
While your ex coppin' trees with child support checks
Every sin gets confessed like Van Damme I'm on a Quest
For a life with no stress, backyard buddha bless 
When I step in the booth I need teflon vest
Cause rhymes I spray ricochet and they hit my chest
Evaize put on shades to see the evil in man
Let me break it down simply so the people understand
They want you misinformed with a phone glued to your hand
Cause a shepherd don't tell the sheep what the fuck he got planned 
Evaize, I'm in your ear like AirPods made in China
In a locked warehouse by a malnourished minor
Got layers of complexity painted over the primer
You see through like Slimer, yea I'm familiar with your kind
Can't handle a little change so you drop mad dimes
Hand crafted literature is like a vision for the blind
Chained to the theory of time fast forward and rewind
Behind enemy lines armed with a clip full of rhymes
The gun powder is mine but the blood is all theirs 
You talk; nobody cares so get the fuck up outta here
I'm a lyrical pistoleer, sippin' whiskey never beer
Mad tipsy trying to steer but sometimes you gotta let go
What you expect tho? the flow so perfecto
Walk through your hood and I see bitches like I'm in Petco
The brown Gordon Gekko, I'll send you where the dead go
Making green like it's pesto, I'm the sin she won't confess to

Written by:
A Abaunza

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