Eyes Of The Lord

(album: The Race Against Time - 2009)

Yo, in the eyes of the lord
Ain't no fraud
I've swung my sword
Chopped the mic chord
Because I'm the mic lord
You are the mic fraud
I'm on the aeroplane, doing real mic tours

Just for the record, I'm back with a better CD for your ears
Back with a better CD for your peers
You ain't done a better CD in years
Why? Because your work rate's low
Me, you can call me the work rate pro
Because I work all day till the cows come home
You've been resting since cows left home
Just for the record, I'm better than your best MC by miles
Check my bars, they fit together like tiles
Hurricane kicks way better than Guile's
I'm a decade ahead, check out the miles
You're a decade behind, that's a lot of miles
Some call me wile, some call me wild
Some people live their life with smiles
Opposite, might be a hard phase
Fronting, looking for my heart place
Might've had a harsh taste of living the life in the harsh place
The way you're living now, you wanted to be the last place
I understand clearly, almost lost it nearly
Everybody goes through heartache
I'm full time, can't do it half way
Wanna do a full one, yet you do it half day
If you wanna see talent, come around our way
Got spitters on the corner, spitting
They do it for the love life, me and my past days
Them days that you press on better days
You rest and you ain't even better than your last days
Fix up, because I'm looking at my last pay cheque
And right now I'm approaching star gate
Check me out because I'm who the stars [?]
The level I'm spitting's too high for ya
No bligh for ya, I wanna cry for ya
Sound low, wanna turn up the mic for ya
You wanna swing, I'll put an end to your hype for ya
It's not "stop that, start that", ever you doubt me
Never, because I'm not a breader on the mic for ya
Pic up the mic, and I spray what I write
For the crowd that I'm hyping up
You better lighten up
Your level of spitting is too low for me
Go away, you wanna bring a shit flow to me
You're not road to me
Can't see 'em on the same stage
Because you don't do the same shows as me
To match your level of spitting is old to me
See through you, can't act cold to me
I'm like [?], I can do it overly
The beats I make are like gold to me

In the eyes of the lord
Ain't no fraud
I've swung my sword
Chopped the mic chord
Because I'm the mic lord
You are the mic fraud
I'm on the aeroplane, doing real mic tours

In the eyes of the lord
Ain't no fraud
I've swung my sword
Chopped the mic chord
Because I'm the mic lord
You are the mic fraud
I'm on the aeroplane, doing real mic tours

I got beats in my computer
And when they land road, everybody's gonna lose their mind
Promoters wanna do a club night just for the ravers
Think quick, losing mind
Cah when it's choosing time
Got two bookings at night, moving nine
You can never say I'm not moving grime
See me in 09, it's moving time
Step out the car, brand new jacket
Brand new [?] jeans, too [?]
It's life, living the dream with few [?]
In the booth, main [?]
When I'm in the [?], I breathe to life
When you're in the studio, you bring a heat and knife
And it's equal rights
So I ain't bothered if you do it, because I'm equal, right
Flying like an eagle high
They should put me in a sequel of Eagle Eye
I've got my vehicles right
Couldn't be me if you tried
Got me seeing the time
Say you're a g but you lie
And your whole crew got fried
Served up, bread deals, too sides
Keep the back when I shave two sides
One level the same on all sides
More trainers, more money
Next house, next ride
I flew above up so we can't collide
You're stuck in the ends, can't see past your ride

In the eyes of the lord
Ain't no fraud
I've swung my sword
Chopped the mic chord
Because I'm the mic lord
You are the mic fraud
I'm on the aeroplane, doing real mic tours