Paris

Paris - Evil lyrics

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They don't mind you givin' the latest rap

They don't mind your being hoes

They don't mind your being bitches

They don't mind you being whatever image that Viacom and BET can come up with

But what they don't want you to know..

Is that you're the ones that can redefine civilization if you take time to do it

It's a Guerrilla Funk-orchestrated counter-attack

Formulate and infiltrate 'em so the people react

See if I was wicked I would pick and stick to a plan

To rule the world and trick 'em, this is how it'd begin

See I'd have to find a way to keep the people enslaved

Behave, teach the babies it's my way or the grave

And start with the body, workin' labor for free

And give 'em fake religion so they worshippin' me

And see and when the free labor play out, I'd let it go

But only after I made enough to control

Then I'd tell 'em that the Afterlife is better than this

And that they should love their enemies when faced with contempt

I'd persist with some history that I would rewrite

In a school system where I'd keep the money too tight

I'd let 'em all know just where they belong in my world

Turn the boys into felons, makin' hookers of girls

Swirled up in my plan, build jails to keep

All my prisons full of niggas, have 'em workin' for free

See with ghetto-economics in check, I'd keep 'em broke

Teach 'em only to respect sports, music and dope

Control the content of lyrics, now only the sound

Of sex, dope and murder in a song is allowed

Tell 'em “Niggas ain't shit” every move that they make

And that black is dirty so they never try to be great

Can you relate? I'd laugh, watch 'em murder for scraps

Set it up so they'd die over crack I provide

Do it right, and I'd see they try to be like me

Try to be the biggest “G” up in these murderous streets

I'd teach, manhood means how many women ya fuck

How many babies you can make, responsibility ducked

Fuck a job, real men are pimps, that's what I'd teach

And if bitches wanna trip, then them bitches get beat

I'd see it all through, never lose and pass a new law

Give 'em 3 strikes so the men are constantly gone

Yeah, if I was evil they would think I do no wrong

See it's lethal how I keep 'em in their place so long, believe

Chorus:

I got my eyes upon you, and all the things that you do

Some close they eyes but mine can see, all the evil surroundin' me

So what I'm 'posed ta do, when I can see right through?

Expose the lies and snatch the sheets, fight the evil surroundin' me

After all is said and done here and I could afford

I'd concentrate deeply on controllin' abroad

And think about a way to take control of they land

I'd create a virus made to murder people en masse

Last time was Tuskegee, but now it's for real

House Bill 15090 would just kill

With germs that would murder with sperm and blood drips

And kill 'em all worser than burned, they'd die quick

See to understand, you could witness the plan

Through the green-monkey sham they would think it began

And while we argue over the cost, they'd all die

With generations all being lost with no fight

I'd continue with the pain, make it oh-so plain

I'd manipulate the market for my capital gain

Keep the people all broke and confused and underclass

Give my homies all executive bonuses through the crash

And if the heat get too hot, I'd plant a bomb

Or wreck a plane, just like Hitler back in the day

And scare all the people, they'd forget about me

They'd forget about elections and the way that we cheated

See me blame it on a foreigner and non-white men

Celebrate my gestapo with a positive spin

Then manipulate the media - it's U.S. first

Get the stupid-ass public to agree with my words

Then I'd make the play, takin' all their freedoms away

Incarcerate anybody that'll get in my way

Make 'em censor any media that challenge the mold

Give 'em bullshitty shows just like Anna Nicole's

Control the message in the music - it's gangsta fo' sho

Give 'em diamonds, never tell 'em 'bout the conflict zones

Never tell 'em 'bout the murder in Sierra Leone

Never tell 'em how the diamonds make 'em murder their own

It's all too easy, if I was evil that's how I'd rock it

Make sure that my propaganda won't ever stop it

Got 120 channels, but it's nothin' to watch

Now 11:55 be the time on the clock, believe..

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