TOUCH OF EVIL ft. Corwin Gold Lyrics

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