He's a West Los Angeles rap artist know as Conejo

Chris Blige foretell this is also an accused and a wanted man on the run

But one of his lyrics says, "I don't wanna be a product of my environment

I want my environment to be a produce of me"

I made the news, I was on Fox 11

Saying I was on the run for a 187

U.S. Marshalls, they deployed on me

They just got a lead, I'm in the NYC

And down inside with the terror cell

ATF move in on the gates of hell

This two swat fail, trying to get me tail

Ese shit got hot so I had to bail

And I just got back from the ATL

Won't mention no names, but I'm supplying them well

Wrapped up, so them dogs don't smell 'em

I'ma leave it up to you, I'm a convicted felon

But they say I'm like the CIA

For bringing work to the ghetto, where them devils play

(Oh, why did I have to 'cause you pain)

Brat

I fucking sprayed your crew

Ese I don't give a fuck you know I smoke a few

Oh, the devil's inside

The devil's inside

The devil's inside my heart

The devil's inside

The devil's inside

The devil's inside my heart

Leading my mind astray

Twisting everything I say

How can I fight the devil inside my heart, oh

The Feds got involved when I crossed state lines

Came through the check point, my bitch pushing the ride

Ese 20 DEAs want to find the camp

But they stuck on the ass, so they told us to pass

One point five in the fucking stash

Motherfucker, do the math, went through it back to back

You get snatched and never seen again

Conejo be the reaper, rhyme flow get deeper

'Cause who in the game done it quite like I? (No one can do it better)

I think for a second, no one quite like I

Gots to kill me twice, gotta cap in the night

Apocalypse now, I put them city lights out

I bang on lames and make their artist look soft

Expose every single one for nothing more than a front

I lit chronic blunts and blew the smoke in their face

West LA was the place where I caught my case

Oh, the devil's inside

The devil's inside

The devil's inside my heart

The devil's inside

The devil's inside

The devil's inside my heart

Leading my mind astray

Twisting everything I say

How can I fight the devil inside my heart, oh

It's like two high say, gang banging's tradition (oh, Lord, dear, Lord)

The block steady plotting while your partners is dropping

The Feds copping, ese the new LP

The new CD is for the felons like me

The streets want to know what's the harps with Rabbs

Collabos with the G is custom-made for the gangs

The realist and it's been recognized

Homie any record droppin' 16 with my squad

They ask why? 'Cause I'm willing to ride

In this world full of sin where I'm whipping this white

In the killing field of dreams, vatos ain't what they seem

My homies caught one, he put down on his team

Is what I mean, it's already foreseen

Ese vatos full of scheme, putting thoughts were it be

That's how we breathe, in this city of mine

And this the introduction to Los Angeles Times (oh, the devil's inside, the devil's inside)

The devil's inside my heart

The devil's inside

The devil's inside

The devil's inside my heart

Leading my mind astray

Twisting everything I say

How can I fight the devil inside my heart