Eyes Of The Lord
(专辑: 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