KnowStalgia

NoneFiction

Thinking it's forever to love you...man, like hell no...
first they rub against your palms...just to bubble like hand soap...
when you tumble...you wondering where did the fans go...
I'm no dunce ...it takes once to cut him like Van Gogh..

I'm deeper in the depths...to get my thoughts raised.../
switching channels with the bars.. I'm trying to cross, fade../
toss chains aside..I've arrived at a card game./
digging for a hearts spade, wishing for my lost days./
sprinting through the arcade, mimicking a stargaze./
the lights flash, a mics passes hands and it's on me./
I assume rap.I kick it like Doom on that Boom Bap./
cool cat blue nike suit and racoon hat./
I knew that it would zoom pass in review, that's, a cruel fact./
no good luck so I pulled up bootstraps, got my groove back./
it's wicked  if this is a new flash./
did I mention I'm quitting this soon? ./
dont fit in a group , I'm wiggling through,
this is a prison, I'm sick of the zoo./
my spirit is withering, this is the truth./
 the pick of litter, not kitten with you./
I am not digging what niggas will do./
 sensitive too...I'm shifting anew 
so take all that chicken and stick in stew./
 I'm a making list.. For shaking my fist..
This one will do x's 3

Thinking it's forever to love you...man, like hell no...
first they rub against your palms...just to bubble like hand soap...
when you tumble...you wondering where did the fans go...
I'm no dunce ...it takes  once to cut him like Van Gogh..

They say all I do is talk about my scars..well
you can't relate ? abandon straits, like a guardrail .
if you aint never seen a sight that made your heart swell./
then everything I speak in lines will be a hard sell./
I turned my curses into verses when my bars spell./
so far L's  have been my partner, in this dark jail./
get him clean I need bleach I got the reach of Ichigo./
you see he's dope, don't mean hes seeking out an easy road/
Invited to a party where I'm starring, I ain't even go./
you thinking my feelings are anemic but I'm feeling low./
have to iron on this tired song , the chorus doesn't fit./
before I die, I long to try it on by pouring blood in it./
I'm touching shit but, first I need a cover like an oven mitt./
you're not allowed around it...I surround it with a dozen bricks../
passing up the hassles by being castled my castle wall.../
passing out some passes in it's absence, they have to fall../
my passion calls, I pick it up quick..like how assassins draw../
 mistakes are just a win with assists..and so I laugh it off../
 I'll smash it dogs, hand me a macintosh I'm making apple sauce..
show something that can top that and I will gladly stop./

HandSoap

They say eville's not a legend...well..I say. I beg to differ.../
unless you're atlas shrugged ..you blasted chumps could never lift'm.../
undress them not address them..button up and press the zipper../
unimpressed with your impressions my presence is getting bigger../
don't agree with any teller...for reasons I won't tell ya.../
I am staking my claim on'm..Eville the impaler..../
every beat I am inhaling...seaming neater than a tailor.../
they can knock him like a door..sure..greet them with a failure.../
I hope that you see the sights ..and bump this like mosquito bites../
or you can suck and feed your ego...knowing dope  my phenotype../
 knee-on  em like casino lights...my peoples plight.../
I keep the piece...ACP... assholes keep your kegels tight.../
as long as I draw breath...hiphop's not lost yet.../
every bar's a bomb threat...I go harder than porn sets../
when they respond I just yawn, yes.../
 how I'm coming off like a prom dress..../
use their soft bars as a palm rest...beyond blessed.../
wishing I was gone but, no gong yet.../
stomped like your wandered too far in the wrong set../
before hear me spit...I'm recommending a strong neck../
But please don't start to trip like you're descending some long steps.../
I will, put you in your place like a chess game.../
Reject fame, made a couple friends and leave the rest slain..../
The best change is one makes you better in the long run.../
My life is just a session, I'm not resting til the songs done.../
I'm on one, nah I'm not a God I'm just my mom's son../
May dad's clone as I splash foes like it's pond scum.../
if you into sniffing dope lines....I got some strong ones../
to change your frame of mind the  paint and brighter than a small sun../

Damnage prod. Zpu Zilla

Lyrics:

I seem settled...but then again you've never seen special...
needs until they whistle at your bean like a tea kettle..
my whole body is a heat vessel...
when you're looking through scope
you only see what I lean next to..
invisible man...in this miserable tan...
it's simple and complicating every eventual plan..
be gentle I'm not fragile but it's factually said..
if you tapping on my shell I may crack you like an egg..
never mind what it seams, Im here patching up with thread...
tailor your own or be a failure, it's shown...
be unavailable to those who wouldn't mail you a note..
just a mind unrequited that was guided with light..
conduit I'm the key that was tied to the kite...
get on through it...see that's how I ride through the plight...
my hearts truest...wish that I find me a height...
and vault to it...instead I try climbing it twice...
then fall, stupid...damn I'm always trying to be innice...
in raw sewage...pretending that's it wine to me , right? 
ignoring my taste...buds...up to my waist in sludge...
filtering all the hate trying to make it love...
 fake shit...knowing it's dead try to wake  this up..
 weightless...and ripped all the pages up...
case dismissed...gavel slams on the public defense..
can't understand ..b/c your hands are too bloody rinse..
I recommend that you spend a couple summers intrenched...
a few months will uncover what  they dusted for prints...
it's gotta be them..bottom feeders should just tussle with shrimp...
since, I'm one of one sellers try to underbid me....
but the gold plated brain just reminded me they silly...
diamond of the the city...that you're finding in Philly...

ConDoIt

The facts are gettin' sicker, even sicker, perhaps (Sicker, perhaps)
I Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse

This is the part where I tell you it will work itself out../
that..all you need is love and will merc your self-doubt../
that giving your all means success and less meltdowns.../
that you finally got the hell hounds to lose the trail now../
that...good triumphs and the bad will finally die some.../
that...bygones are bygones....so you dont' have to hide long../
that...if you do the right song they will finally buy one.../
that...police won't fire on...my vehicle and I'm gone.../
that...you don't see my skin no matter what seat I'm in.../
that....CNN isn't littered with bitter and evil men.../
that...you don't need benz to appear that you meeting ends../
that...we aren't feeding kids b/c our greedy whims.../
that...one of the plugs died...and I'm not tongued.../
that...my soul is one cry away from being untied.../
that....if you're drunk -high that you will see the sunrise../
that...I'm not  one guy I'm 30  million combined.../
I'm not saying that...but I am though.../
if your hearts breaking ...grab my hand bro../
when the song fades...is when the fans grow../
not when we're on stage ..at a damn show.../
it's the car rides and fighting through hard times../
so even if it's all dark ,I'm gonna jot lines....
I left you all dry, but it's been a long ride...
No use stepping into shoes if they the wrong size.. 



The facts are gettin' sicker, even sicker, perhaps (Sicker, perhaps)
I Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse

ThataWay (wendovescri)

10 track album paired with German Super Producer Zpu-Zilla. It's a fresh take on everything you love about HipHop and some things you wouldn't expect from Eville. Enjoy and share!

Parachutes (Zpu-Zilla)

I had feelings. I felt them. I took those feelings I felt and wrote them. Then I recorded that feeling into lyrics which I then recorded. I hope you like it. I am  not some artist, I literally do this to maintain my sanity. So, what you hear isn't Measured or thought out. It's unfiltered and it makes me feel good, I hope it does the same for you: 

I'm sorry, no I'm not
I gave you niggas every flow I got
About to blow my top
Brought a knife to every war I fought
So I guess you need to know my thoughts
It all started as a lowercase e...
Feelings were discarded but they won't replace me
Watching rats align with cats to go and chase cheese
Oh relax, you know the cash don't motivate me
See, I'm a problem bc I think too much
I see the patterns that'll link you fucks
Fact of the matter, I could beat you up
But the root of the solutions elude us
Got me squinting trying to see through dust
What a conundrum, why rumble with a dumb dumb?
There's hundred hum drum bums that I could cut a crumb from
Still they flung scum until the sun come
Then run from accountability as if it stung them 


Verse 2

It's not working, so I'm hurting where the joy went
It's not working, like your words on unemployment
It's not working, like they pushing on a pull door
It's not working, but they still using full force
A million hospitals but they sick in every bed
Repeat it... And it's insanity the dictionary said
So they giving Terry meds, to fix his scary head
Maybe the worlds broken, I'm just sensing their repair
Yea yea... they sent a missionary here
I sensed him and the pistol that he bares
Near his hip and then he misses every flare
Lucky me, but he reloads as he sucks his teeth
So I dip with my bag real fast  like a cup of tea...

SameDeferenceXDanBailey

Zilla gave me heat and fought fire with fire. Had this to get off my chest bc the world is working. 

EVILLE - BREATHED CONTROL (prod. ZpuZilla)

In honor of the greatest soul singer of all-time Nina Simone. RIP. 

Come with us x Intro

In honor of the greatest soul singer ever. RIP Nina Simone. 

Typeface

Page Fright x Indefinite

Luck of the Draw

Newest Rubric x Cgats

Taken

No Room at the In X Greydon Square

Winter's Eve

Sea Line

WornPeace

Risky Biz x aGG

Undertow

Square Peg

Dotted Lines x Charlie Rose

Shottie Thottie x Frank Grouch

Occu Pi'd

Wire Cutters

Had some things on my mind. Original track is by the genius producer/artist JonWayne (It's Ok).

Paperboats (flotsam thoughts)

I put my heart and soul into this.

Wow, they lose the game and then wanna flip the chess piece...
my chest leaks .. possessed speech...I am the crests, peak..
press beats ...overhead ..out of the best's reach..
Rest ? Please ...  catching  my breath...,
before the next leap...
I remember thinking of failure..on the carpet...
in a basement...legend of  the Zelda in the darkness..
rewinding all the wisdom of elders, they've imparted...
yearly , dearly departed ..is more often...
cycle of life....despite it,  a disciple of right..
b/c the cons of doing wrong..like dying twice in my sight..
I stick up for weak...like pikes through spine of a knights...
shish-kabob the wicked...serve'm diced over rice..
liable mind my business...'less  we're likely to fight..
like a war of attrition .. only try to brighten the light..
 grip them by wrist's to listen..but my trying is trite...
we're all imprisoned I just whisper.. when we riot at night..





Now, when it comes to these lyrics I am just limitless...
the only caveats when suspended amongst the primative..
like men who like object but hinder  what isn't gender stiff...
Loving women's not only limited to the feminist...
shit, this the real amber alert..
encased baser instinct..it's a cancerous perch...
looking down on their image ..so answer this first...
subtract attraction from prism, could you handle it, jerk? 
search pathways of half assed brains..it makes me upset...
rap slang, not a bad thang...but that's just one set...
to grab change ... I abstain ..and it's a tough bet...
all in, chips on the table...know what I saw then?
the math game,  now I stash pain ...for them to bar skim? ...
ya'll win, got calf strains...from running long scrims....
exhausted...finish lines just getting further way....
no worries I've faced worse...from an impervious race...

Refrain:

Sticks and stones ..may rip my clothes....
but you'll never find dirt on me....
so I'm gon wrap hands...in the facts...
I can't be moved where I stand..on me..

Sticks and stones ..may chip my bones...
but you'll never knock me off my feet...
so I'm give my all and if I fall...
then it's gonna be all on me...on me...

AllOnMe

DivingBell X MF Doom X Eville

Trying new ways of expression. Here's a slower boom bap-like groove. Lyrics:
When thinking about reality is so depressing../
Everything they're asking is a loaded question.../
Where this is going can be only guesses.../
So I fire off these lines packed with coded message../
I hold a weapon soldered to my soul made of cold aggression.../
It's like an omen wrecking everything I know is destined.../
All this from a supposed legend... I'm only messing../
 glow blessed, keep flowing til my throat is breathless.../
 Sure, you lay upon ground say it ain't fair...
 And make tears..  they can only keep you down if you stay there...
 Switched around now I have night dreams and daymares..../
 Disallow any energy that I can't stay near..../
 I'm moving right and know the time and I'd say I'm clockwise.../
 I switch boards like tony hawk barring these hotlines.../
 and ignore all pitchforks , torches and stop signs.../
I'm for-shit-sure I'll get more by giving off shine../c


talk a lot of shit but, he can back it up...
I've got that inner strength...no need for acting tough../
thought a lot of shit, I dont speak, that's enough..
wont be fabulous...just me, that's enough....

Sitting on the floor bouncing to some  WuTang.../
counting up my loose change..thinking about a new chain../
need a new cave like I'm Bruce Wayne..when the blues came../
disgusting...on the bus discussing my shoe game.../
just as sure butane flickers in a blue flame..../
these dissidents move strange..isn't a new thing? ../
it's a resounding no...so round we go...
piling dough thinking that's why he's smiling.. how we know? ../
See, that's whole problem with perception.../
thinking we can catch that, it's probably intercepted.../
hard pillow to swallow? Nah, it's probably indigestion../
picking up the bottle but yet they hardly get the message../
yes this,   my confession I'm often a fool with a paper.../
a commoner would comment, I'd respond with 'yous a hater'.../
leave me to my self destruction it's the calmest euthanasia.../ 
not teens Korea either... Bars for hubris later...



talk a lot of shit but, he can back it up...
I've got that inner strength...no need for acting tough../
thought a lot of shit, I dont speak, that's enough..
wont be fabulous...just me, that's enough....

Calmality

I been killing this shit...a long time..
high lows...I know this is all mine...
survivals rhymes..flows..and a bar line..
wherever I go..I'm known my call sign..

It's. the magnificent...(scratch)
it's privilege to hear him spit.. Shit this instrumentals sick..
my pencil tip hits em like a chins gettin' pistol whipped..
I dont fuck around 'cause you bound to get syphilis
I refuse cause views from my ground looking different..
I abuse every cue, drop and sound from a mental gift...
Name a mortal man or any animal I'll stretch em...
It could be my best or test run... Your heads spun
I get em open... Like the window motion of a Tesla..
I hear them choking on their breath,  unimpressed and take a rest bud..
Slept on, but this toothpicks under your eyelids...
True shit, I'm like a cruise ship plundered by pirates..
My wits sharp...it's violent drop from a high pitched..
suffice it to say,  I eclipse the day..
so if I am whisked away or my life expires this is fate.
so  buy my shit and play every track that in , it's great.
leave a mark on your heart, like the fire kissing steak.
they say that I'm a liar and my retirement is fake.
But I insist it ain't, if their dope requirement is cake..
hold your ire and take this tire iron to the face.

Eville - Brain Bomb x Zilla

Soul breathe...soul breathe....if ya feel stress make ya soul breathe...
take a real rest ....and control an' ting....
You wanna kill death? Make a them ghost flee? 
Just throw dem seed, til' it grow uhn green....
don't live half life..take a hole damn ting...
ask what I wanted..and told them ..free...



What goes around..comes around right back...
man, how you gon' doubt'm when it sound that?.../
got chills on my skin running down my back.../
set fire to the crown...think I found my match../
facts....man I should've wrote this on a polgraph../
transform like donned me a hollow mask../
and this won't stop....like a called a cab.../
all their jabs are punchlines..make we wanna laugh../
stars are just a ball of gas..falling fast../
I'm tardis ...'cause I harnessed every thought I had../
blotted out on a pad....just to chart a path../
had to show'm all what I got under my starter cap../

Spit so much hellfire..I'm a demon pleaser.../
but it's like a fell asleep in the deepest freezer.../
but on a beat I will eat the speakers.../
geez Eville's the  meanest creature..//
can't leave the theater..scenes gets deeper../
made my tongue bleed trying to clean this cleaver../
i'm like Nicodemus...a fiendish teacher.../
Zilla'ev as a team is a seamless feature.../

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