Reading My Eyes in the second song on side A of the Xero mixtape.
Lyrics[]
The microphone molester
Machete undresser
Stupid dope fresh-type shit resurrector
Top gun, miramar, best-of-the-bester
The leave an emcee peace-in-rester
The skill tester, the flex-the-gunner
The make-funner, the adversary-make-runner
The make summer cold with rhymes I spit
And kick gift to lifted delinquent wit
I be the prophet
My hand - top it
Stop it, fly like rocket when I rock it
Locked it down with this perverse verse
Every fuckin' curse a burst of hurt
Move crowds - physical fitness rhymes
Cokeheads couldn't do my lines
I'm decorated like Christmas pines, my batallion rocks
Emcees 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, 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 with 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 verities, heroism of heresy
And sever every emcee 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
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days