Evaize - Might Catch Me (feat. Baked Plissken)

I'm trying to blow the fuck up buy my momma a crib
Don't stress me out cause I don't need drama from a rib
But I got brown skin so I might see drama from a pig
Come through with the low eye lids and burn some twigs
Chop it up, bump some BIG, homie you ain't fuckin' with da kid
Jump in a cipher, spit a 16, then I slid
You's a mark like a skid, lookin' for the Nancy to my Sid
You might catch me at a vinyl auction placing a bid
Yo be true with your actions some shit can't be undid
I fuck with the ink like squid, gotta unearth what you did
Never feed the ego and never feed the id
You poppin' off a bunch of fake shit like a squib
Yo if shorty got thick ass thighs, I'm calling dibs 
Coming off the top like a wig, me they trying to get rid
I'ma just bring out the machete leave em' all covered in red
I just appear say some brilliant shit then poof I'm off the grid

You might catch me on the low doin' this and that
You might catch me at the job just writing some raps
You might catch me in the studio puffin' and a sippin'
But you'll never catch me on some sucker shit slippin'

You might catch me at a Thai spot chillin' with the Rain
You might catch me in the cut at a Marlins game
You might catch me in a comic shop lookin' for a gem
But you'll never catch me messing with a fake bitch again

I'm Bo Jackson with the craft yea Evaize of all trades
You might catch me with a fade writing some shit on a page
Chillin' with a shorty putting stickers on barricades
Yea we all stuck in this cage like fuckin' rats in a maze
But I figured it out I'm no longer in a daze
No maps and no Waze, it's all a trap for the grave
Yea you walking around freely but you still a mental slave
Still shackled to the idea of a minimum wage
Living in post apocalyptic days so press play
I'm on a fucking tirade and you ain't stopping this wave
Cause what you get is based on how you behave
But what you give shouldn't be based on what they gave 
Rain piss on your parade, reign forever in the county of dade
I'll slice you with a blade yea you right to be afraid
I beat an emcee like he just came home with bad grades
Even make you bring me the belt, leave your bitch ass full of welts

You might catch me on the low doin' this and that
You might catch me at the job just writing some raps
You might catch me in the studio puffin' and a sippin'
But you'll never catch me on some sucker shit slippin'

You might catch me at a Thai spot chillin' with the Rain
You might catch me in the cut at a Marlins game
You might catch me in a comic shop lookin' for a gem
But you'll never catch me messing with a fake bitch again

Written by:
A Abaunza

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