Reading My Eyes (Live)

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 prophet, my rhyme—top it? Stop it

Fly like rocket when I rock it

Lock it down with this perverse verse

Every fucking 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

MC's become silhouettes of chalk






Reading my eyes will say it in many ways

Losing my pride will save it in many days






Hit the dirt, 'cause 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, pitching this

Lyrical viciousness to crews and cliques

Made of men and mistresses



This is my life, the twilight in 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, 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?

Why?






Reading my eyes will say it in many ways

Losing my pride will save it in many days