Reading My Eyes

The microphone molester, machete undresser

"Stupid-dope-fresh" type shit resurrector

Top gun, Miramar best-of-the-best-er

The leave-an-MC-peace-in-rest-er

Skill tester, the flex-the-gunner

The make-funner, the adversary make runner

Make summer cold with rhymes I spit

Kick gift to lifted delinquent wit

I be the prophet, my rhyme--top it? Stop it.

Fly like rocket when I rock it

Lock it down with this perverse verse

Every fuckin curse a burst of hurt

Move crowds: physical fitness rhymes

Coke heads couldn't do my lines

I'm decorated like christmas pines

My battalion rocks

MCs become silohetes of chalk

Reading my eyes will say it in many ways

Losing my pride will save it in many days

Hit the dirt because the words I spit will

Do more than just rip your shirt

I'll bitch slap your soul, contact the track control

You're coming at me? You can't hack it though

So ridiculous, watching my crew get sick of this

Wickedness, pitchin' this, lyrical viciousness

To crews and cliques, made of men and mistresses

This is my life: the twilight and the fight night

And trying to see nothing but the highlights when I write

These eyes on horizons, die for my song, cry rhymes in Krylon

Fire on, move men telekinetically

Esoterically beat-speaking with clarity

Feel my verity, heroism of heresy

And sever every MC I see with severity

Reading my eyes will say it in many ways

Losing 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 ways

Losing my pride will save it in many days...