[ti:To Be Continued] [ar:Evidence] [al:Cats and Dogs] [offset:0] [00:07.00]Ten commandments, twenty-four hours [00:09.62]The thirteenth floor was missing in the towers [00:12.62]Hm, I thought I shouldn’t be here [00:15.74]I stayed an extra day because they said it’s Leap Year [00:18.98]Who’s the wolf in sheep’s clothing? [00:22.11]Fuck it, the rabbit hit the drum and kept going [00:25.10]Each word is the church and minister [00:27.66]Approach, I coerce the listener so listen up [00:31.15]Kicking park bench rhythms up till I visual a flow [00:34.40]I stay at home sick and visit her [00:36.89]Radio, I visit station nights [00:38.58]It’s kinda like their fucking visitation rights [00:43.20]This ain’t the place for my face in lights [00:45.57]I’m tight driven living in the fucking shadowless life [00:48.00]I dilate like pay attention [00:52.43]Slow flow just to ? [00:54.55]I didn’t die lately, I just slept on bed springs [00:58.17]Can’t define people, I just see dead things [01:01.17]It ain’t just rap, I body ladies in one line [01:04.16]Talking slick to three chicks on text at one time [01:07.22]My scene shattered words, they left broke in pieces [01:09.96]Lines undone, half uncompleted [01:12.96]To be continued dot dot dot [01:16.14]Cliff hanger, my life ’is m scaling like a Irock [01:18.14]And it’s on [01:26.50] [01:50.08]I spit that oxygen fire, still the illest high [01:51.83]I spit that fly for now and feel it when it’s live [01:56.08]Move the crowd, got tools for the reddest eyes [01:59.01]Getting cabbage my man until the letters dry [02:02.25]I’m fully up to the task to pull the wooly over my face [02:05.50]Into a masked location, don’t even ask [02:08.43]It’s like damn another day in the life [02:10.68]Like keep waking up from the previous night [02:13.86]Vacation, I don’t take it often [02:15.73]I see parking lot stages and buses with bunks like coffins [02:20.16]Clear customs with weed in my Levis [02:23.04]The penalty was death but dodged Magnum PI [02:25.22] [02:26.28]What up People, happy Fourth of July [02:28.90]On my street every year they fucking light up the sky [02:31.96]I get the beat nothing here, what they want me to write? [02:35.31]From the beach to the block, still banging at night