[Intro: Stevie Wonder]
Evil, before they could really grow to see
That your way is not the way to make life what it should be, yeah, yeah, yeah
Evil, why have you destroyed, you've destroyed so much of this doggone world, evil
[Verse]
I'll be the devil they want me to be
Red and blue lights on my life
Hope they know that I keep me a blicky
Right under the seat
Use ya acuity, usually usury
Only resided for niggas like me
Whitey abusin' tenuity
Damper thе unity, fakin' the citywide beef
Brown paper bag as wе sip from the poison
That be the same color as most of the tap
Industry plantin' illiterate niggas
Now most of these niggas be thinkin' they rap
Burdened by stresses, and I can't express it
So I reinterpret the feelin' with gats
Searched for the land where the hands do not stain from the sadist
But I could not see where they at
We been perturbing the warming
It's Aokiji at the terminal
You ain't check-in and we ain't never heard of you
All of that agony felt like a slap on the wrist
But for you it's feelin' like a tourniquet
Why don't you save me the tears
White folks keep me outta ya prayers
I know what's evil incarnate
They got Yakubian layers
I'm like but what is a man
Nothin' but piles of secrecy
I know what you really are
Under the guise of security
Know your demise is a surety
I know the day of acumen will brutalize all that you love to obscurity
Evil, before they could really grow to see
That your way is not the way to make life what it should be, yeah, yeah, yeah
Evil, why have you destroyed, you've destroyed so much of this doggone world, evil
[Verse]
I'll be the devil they want me to be
Red and blue lights on my life
Hope they know that I keep me a blicky
Right under the seat
Use ya acuity, usually usury
Only resided for niggas like me
Whitey abusin' tenuity
Damper thе unity, fakin' the citywide beef
Brown paper bag as wе sip from the poison
That be the same color as most of the tap
Industry plantin' illiterate niggas
Now most of these niggas be thinkin' they rap
Burdened by stresses, and I can't express it
So I reinterpret the feelin' with gats
Searched for the land where the hands do not stain from the sadist
But I could not see where they at
We been perturbing the warming
It's Aokiji at the terminal
You ain't check-in and we ain't never heard of you
All of that agony felt like a slap on the wrist
But for you it's feelin' like a tourniquet
Why don't you save me the tears
White folks keep me outta ya prayers
I know what's evil incarnate
They got Yakubian layers
I'm like but what is a man
Nothin' but piles of secrecy
I know what you really are
Under the guise of security
Know your demise is a surety
I know the day of acumen will brutalize all that you love to obscurity
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