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Bad Publicity

Evidence Krondon
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To the beatdown, you don't stop To the beatdown, you don't stop To the beatdown, you don't stop To the beatdown, you don't stop You can still find Nev on the block Somewhere between a hard place and a rock My dresser drawer, gun under the socks Nothing fun about shooting one, the summer is hot Hey young world, Slick Rick is still the ruler Don't follow these dopes if you broke to the jeweler 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 I'm reinventing my name I would've 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 sleep I do my dirt by my lonely and 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 hit 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 Yeah, uh, here's a toast (Cheers) Toward a step of what I want to become I shed so much skin, the old Michael is done And everything I stood for is waging its war I miss the road when I'm at home and miss home on tour Lying to myself to say 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 shorty, it's your birthday I'm from a city called, this is not your birthplace Motherfuckers just landing 'round in first base I should've said it in the first place I packed 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 hit the shore and two and two is four I've been eating all my life and still hunger for more I got a slow flow 'cause he's vicious A rolling stone ain't home like Keith Richards I'm out my lane, swerving on the shoulder An alcoholic flow bumping 21 and over I know what to write way before I say it Sometimes it ain't so bright, but I still lay it down He gets busy known in his town And still put on for his city when nobody's around Venice Beach 'til I die, tell a friend, bitch I've been sharp between the ears 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 From Venice Beach 'til 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 hit the shore and two and two is four I've been eating all my life and still hunger for more To the beatdown, you don't stop To the beatdown, you don't stop To the beatdown, you don't stop To the beatdown, you don't stop