Conejo - The Devils Inside lyrics

[Verse 1] I made the news, I was on Fox 11 Saying I was on the run for a One Eight Seven U.S Marshalls, they deployed on me They just got a lead, I'm in the N.Y.C And down inside with the terror cell A.T.F. move in on the gates of hell This two swat fail, trying to get me tail Ese sh** got hot so I had to bail And I just got back from the ATL Won't mention no names but I'm supplying them well Wrapped up, so them dogs don't smell 'em I'm a leave it up to you, I'm a convicted felon But they say I'm like the C.I.A For bringing work to the ghetto, where them devils play (Oh why did I have to cause you pain) Brat! I f**ing sprayed your crew Ese I don't give a f** you know I smoke a few [Hook] The devil's inside The devil's inside The devil's inside my heart The devil's inside The devil's inside The devil's inside my heart Leading my mind astray Twisting everything I say! How can I fight The devil inside my heart [Verse 2] The Feds got involved when I crossed state lines Came through the check point, my b**h pushing the ride Ese twenty DEAs want to find the camp But they stuck on the a**, So they told us to pa** One point five in the f**ing stash Mothaf**er do the math, went through it back to back You get snatched and never seen again Conejo be the reaper, rhyme flow get deeper Cause who in the game done it quite like I (No one can do it better) I think for a second, No one quite like I Gots to k** me twice, gotta cap in the night Apocalypse now, I put them city lights out I bang on lames and make their artist look soft Expose every single one for nothing more than a front I lit chronic blunts and blew the smoke in their face West l.A was the place where I caught my case [Hook] [Verse 3] It's like 2 High say, gang banging's tradition The block steady plotting while your partners is dropping The Feds copping, ese the new L.P The new C.D. is for the felons like me The streets want to know what's the harps with Rabbs Collabos with the G is custom made for the gangs The realist and it's been recognized Homie any record droppin sixteen with my squad They ask why, cause I'm willing to ride In this world full of sin where I'm whipping this white In the k**ing field of dreams, vatos ain't what they seem My homies caught one. he put down on his team Is what I mean, it's already foreseen Ese vatos full of scheme, putting thoughts were it be That's how we breath, in this city of mine And this the introduction to Los Angeles Times [Hook]