Kevin Anglade - Eatliveprey feat. ocho88

News clip #9: oh my god! like, first of all i’m sick of all this killing. like, and, and, not only am i sick of all the killing. y’all killing these babies. like, these babies are getting caught up in all this and it’s like, why?
Intro (eli): why are we at war? i don’t even stop to think about it…all i know is…around this jawn…we gotta eat to live and to live…you prey…
Pre-verse: riding round the city but i’ve lost my way/living like a needle in a stack of same hay/fighting all these opps now it’s caused decay/coming from the gutter where we eat, live, and prеy
Verse 1 (eli): tryna make it out, tryna makе it right/tryna make it through the city just to see a night/tryna make it through this odd existence with persistence/but the devil always putting up a fight, right? wanna live right, wanna live good/but its straight survival when you try to step into my hood/everything isn’t what it seems or it should/lacking navigation cause our papas in the woods/so it really seems like we stranded here for good/anything about us is a woulda, coulda, should/losing all the balance as i stand where he stood/think we got this backwards, all misunderstood/but my boy trey/hit his sis out it broad day, bright like broadway/out on our way/best believe we figure to reciprocate our triggers cause we niggas so a mother or someone’s dog gotta pay/asking constantly for lady luck to give me life, but she pays no mind, frustrated wife/angel tries to speak but i cut him like a knife/i love you, yes i do but you just can’t get the strife/really lost for words, don’t know what to do/someone step up and bless me with a clue/black man in this cold world feeling blue/devil, what’s the word? i been waiting on you
Verse 2 (devil): massa run the field, so you never been legit/360 block cause its time to get a hit/it’s a philly night, so it’s time to get lit/i feel it going down like the bottom of a pit
Verse 3 (eli): hit em’ from the front or should i pop em’ in the back?/make him go dark like the black ranger, zack/opps want position so it’s time to attack/bullets make em’ bounce like a snoop cadillac
Eli: fuck man…they killed my nigga trey
Devil: so you just gonna let them get away with that?
Eli: fuck, what you want me to do man?
Devil: look, get outta your head…look!
Verse 4 (devil): times when you good, now it’s time to do the most/disrespect the set so you gotta make em’ toast/put em’ on a shirt, that’s the time that you boast/and if you let em’ kill you i’mma find another host
Verse 5 (eli): fingers kinda jumpy so i guess i gotta itch/once i see the nigga i’mma put him in a ditch/catch him unexpected like a sudden beat switch/dropping all these puppies cause i’m making em’ my bitch
Verse 6 (devil): yes, that’s the spirit, that is what i wanna hear/leave him on the street like the car that hit the deer/though they got finesse, we gon’ hit em’ with the flair/tear em’ into pieces like a hungry grizzly bear
Verse 7 (eli): first killed his sis then went and got trey/boyz in the hood/i ain’t talking bout oshea/feeling kinda cloudy all my days turning gray/sipping on some gin, got problems that i weigh
Verse 8 (devil): don’t go soft on me now here’s the deal/see him in the barn know it’s time to make him squeal/only way you hunt when your heart turned to steel/promise when you shoot him its gon’ give you time to heal
Verse 9 (eli): know what? you right, what the hell am i thinking?/no eyes shut best believe i’m not blinking/killing off my kind you can see that i’m drinking/cup over-runneth, now to hell am i sinking
Verse 10 (devil & eli): shoot a couple of times til’ the white shirt stained/worst come to worst you’ll prolly be detained/shackled like a slave now they got you on a chain/least you got revenge for all the ones slained/now i’m in the pen so never seen a gain/that’s the price you pray when you wanna have a reign/should i really do this cause they trapped me in a lane?/they’re the undertaker so you gotta be kane/everything you’re saying kinda seems deranged/god damn right boy my thoughts will never change/got me doing drills like i’m shooting at the range/switching on the set like my name danny ainge
Verse 11 (eli): put me in the whole once they me in the box/feeling like my pops when he started selling rocks/put us in a zone got us loyal to the blocks/took away keys, bad boy with the locks
Verse 12 (lady luck):

You need to stay optimistic
In this life there is no limits
I know you feel stuck in this city
But i promise one day you’ll be winning
Keep that head up young bull
Keep your head up
Life gets hard but baby keep your head up
Baby keep your head up
Stay strong
Life…goes on
One day you’ll be on
And the pain will be gone
Keep your head up young bull
Keep your head up

Kevin Anglade (K.A.) in addition to being a rapper, is a singer, songwriter, and producer from Queens, New York. Kevin started rapping at the age of 11 when he would freestyle and battle rap his peers in middle school cafeteria cyphers. Following that he honed his pen over the years and complimented it with his tenor register to become a Hip-Hop/R&B hybrid. Now a producer, Kevin writes his own music and produces both for himself and various acts. His debut album, Cries Of A Rose is forthcoming this fall via FCS Recordings. Follow him online: @kevinanglade11 and kevinanglade.com