Reading My Eyes
The microphone molester, machete undresser"Stupid-dope-fresh" type shit resurrectorTop gun, Miramar best-of-the-best-erThe leave-an-MC-peace-in-rest-erSkill tester, the flex-the-gunnerThe make-funner, the adversary make runnerMake summer cold with rhymes I spitKick gift to lifted delinquent witI be the prophet, my rhyme--top it? Stop it.Fly like rocket when I rock itLock it down with this perverse verseEvery fuckin curse a burst of hurtMove crowds: physical fitness rhymesCoke heads couldn't do my linesI'm decorated like christmas pinesMy battalion rocksMCs become silohetes of chalk
Reading my eyes will say it in many waysLosing my pride will save it in many days
Hit the dirt because the words I spit willDo more than just rip your shirtI'll bitch slap your soul, contact the track controlYou're coming at me? You can't hack it thoughSo ridiculous, watching my crew get sick of thisWickedness, pitchin' this, lyrical viciousnessTo crews and cliques, made of men and mistressesThis is my life: the twilight and the fight nightAnd trying to see nothing but the highlights when I writeThese eyes on horizons, die for my song, cry rhymes in KrylonFire on, move men telekineticallyEsoterically beat-speaking with clarityFeel my verity, heroism of heresyAnd sever every MC I see with severity
Reading my eyes will say it in many waysLosing my pride will save it in many days
Why not... what I came... Why not... what I came...
Why not give me what I came to deserve?Why not give me what I came to believe?Why not give me what I came to deserve?Why not give me what I came to believe?
Reading my eyes will say it in many waysLosing my pride will save it in many days...