Lyrics

Evil Dayz
Written & Produced by iNFLiKT
Co-written by iNTALEKT

Verse 1 (iNTALEKT)
Aight, so here we are
Feelin’ it’s sufficient to give ya them gritty bars
Whippin’ hard, really seem odd to lead the charge
But we embark and we eager to seek the lost
Who fiend the rock, dope fiendin’ and noddin’ off
Yea that’s the block – where product is non-stop
Guns blastin’, toe-taggin’, shottie sawed-off
That’s not all - shorty’s younger than twenty four
Drop on all fours get it given to her raw
Trainin’ day tricky she lickin’ the whole cliquey
Sippin’ some mo’ liquey, a spliff and some rolled sticky
Feelin’ she so icky, just simply broke, empty
The enemy so temptin’, she envy the doe – can it be?
That it is all so simple
I think no

Chorus
Tell me can we live in a la la land?! I think no!
Tell me is we buryin’ our heads in the sand?! I think no! (2x)

Verse 2 (iNFLiKT)
The streets are so brutiful
That's brutally beautiful you gotta mix up the two of those
Pain and pleasure are one in the same together
Like fame and cheddar, sun shine after the rainy weather
The style grungy like Al Bundy - I still
Look at it and say how lovely - foul honeys
With bangin' bodies but it's a shame they mouth ugly
Talkin' all that garbage baby it sound funny
I'm still shootin' up hope O.D.in' on gratitude
When seein' the avenue even when it’s battered and bruised
Anything can be given a time, place and a reason
Down in the gutter I find space for relievin'
Meditatin' on the corner unwind, waitin' and breathin'
That’s just the mind state that I be in
Even on the darkest street there's a lamp post
Remindin' you hope when you think you can't hope

Chorus
Tell me can we live in a la la land?! I think no!
Tell me is we buryin’ our heads in the sand?! I think no! (2x)
Verse 3 (iNTALEKT & iNFLiKT)
Switchin’ up the rhythm, I give ‘em somethin’ to talk about
I’m brilliant with written and still I’m willin’ to rock a crowd
Sick of all the ignorant, simplistic just stop it now
Flip it up and rip it, twist it and give a walk around
You’re missin’ out on vision, you’re wishin’ you’ll reach a proper sound
But you and ya crew is not who it is all about
(So you and ya crew is not who it is all about!)
You and ya crew is not who it is all about!
Ya'll are clowns it's about time for someone to call ya out
Talkin' of all of ya ballin' that's false and a hollow sound
All the dollars counted to nothin' is what it all amounts
We gotta start rising before we've fallen down
This is our future we live for our better tomorrow now
So you and your crew is not who it is all about
(You and ya crew is not who it is all about!)
You and ya crew is not who it is all about!